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 Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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