Aug 6, 2021
THE BIRDS ARE ALL DEAD
here the lights make eyes gleam and dark corners swallow the surroundings like black holes
the shadows lurk and watch as we walk
following cats eyes down deserted roads
here the spiders crawl inside the mouths of those sleeping
and the children play with roadkill, insides devoured by bugs
because in childlike innocence we don’t fear death
only the shadows gripping at exposed ankles
here when i touch your hand,
cold and bloodied by rage
i feel everything
the swirling winds, the floor against my feet, the sound of your breathing -
heavy and uneven
choking air from burning lungs,
bodies trembling and faces frozen
its time to get some rest now
so here we will remain
-nnowherezone
