The Dun Raven

Ashley Bovan

Claws on bough,
A beak ready to serrate your eyes,
Prepare your heart through ribs,
Milk your stomach for liquid and fragments,
Flaps of tongue,

A blood darkness screws your thoughts,
Clamps your softness in iron,
Wires a mismatched love into ice,
Drugs your light.

Ugly pain stops your air.
Just sleep.
Break this year like a bottle.


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