Literature
Attempted Murder
We were just two lost crows,
Sharing the same space,
And whispering poetry about nothing and everything,
Soft feathers passed back and forth in the night.
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Daddy, I’m scared.
Shh.
There are feathers on my pillow.
Shh.
They’re only from your wings.
They’re black.
I know.
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I carry these wings,
They do not carry me.
You carry me.
But I cannot carry you.
Fly gently, kind one.
Carry me gently.
I promise to treat you gently in return.
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Your thoughts fight each other above your head,
Battling like shadows given weight.
Your shadows given weight.
Shh, lonely one.
I understand.
Your feathers were stained black wi
