I watched the thick liquid as it dripped from the black feathers
of her back.
Fly away with that small piece of me winged killer, and give my blood the freedom of the sky that keeps you locked
in.
When I gazed deep into her empty eyes her beak tore at my skin, it was a pain that I loved like nothing before but it was all over too quickly for me to fully remember.
I pray for her to return as I sit and attempt to repair my
wounds, wishing I could feel those wings breaking in my mouth, and her solid sharp beak lodge itself in my throat as it eventually found its way to penetrate what was left of my heart.
So fly free while you still can black feathered friend, until the
time comes again when I catch back up to you, as you could never fly far enough away from me to be free.
© Ross Beattie
of her back.
Fly away with that small piece of me winged killer, and give my blood the freedom of the sky that keeps you locked
in.
When I gazed deep into her empty eyes her beak tore at my skin, it was a pain that I loved like nothing before but it was all over too quickly for me to fully remember.
I pray for her to return as I sit and attempt to repair my
wounds, wishing I could feel those wings breaking in my mouth, and her solid sharp beak lodge itself in my throat as it eventually found its way to penetrate what was left of my heart.
So fly free while you still can black feathered friend, until the
time comes again when I catch back up to you, as you could never fly far enough away from me to be free.
© Ross Beattie