The Vulture
Something is pecking out the important parts.
There's a bird in my brain
Peck, peck, pecking
At my sanity.
My humanity.
.
It's a vulture
That's tearing through sinew,
Scratching across bone
To find delicious morsels of morality.
.
It eats them whole.
Swallows them in chunks.
And takes away the few scraps
Of conviction left in my thoughts.
.
I am a carcass.
.
These pieces have been picked over,
Plucked, ravaged, and devoured.
I shouldn't have stopped moving forward.
Shouldn't have paused to peer at the past.
.
I slipped in the quicksand,
Fell over against the dirt
Just to rest my cheek
On hallowed ground and sleep.
.
I awoke to empty eye sockets
And blue eyes dangling
From the curved beak
Of an opportunist.
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About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Comments (5)
Wow! So starkly grimly ghastly beautiful! Well done!
Ghastly! but brilliant!
Whoaaaa, I loved how dark and intense this was! Freaking amazing!
Well constructed, flows effortlessly. For want of a more appropriate adjective, I appreciated the efficient use of language. I'm just waiting for you to write something mediocre so I can feel good about my own writing again! :)
Love this!