Three souls of mine

Midnight Crows

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The nights as trapped in a solemn embrace of hollow darkness. The farm was strangely quite compared to other nights like this one. Dead. The night was dead.

I got up that night for I heard a weak whimpering sound. The sound of dying. Painfully slowly. I stood up shaking with violence, and with eyes wide open. The cold hard wood floor sending chills up my spine and making me more paranoid and schizophrenic than before. I reached my nailed window and glare outside. For in the distance, among the cornfield, stood the only scarecrow I willingly put. For there I had no reason, the lack of birds was incredible. But tonight was different. Tonight was colder, with no moon in the view. Just a few streetlight you could see in the distance.

I switched my eyes to see the building where I kept all the animals and their supplies. In the top you could see a flock of crows. A vibrant black and a solid red. Red? I could see the white rooftop covered with red stains. Panic started to rise and I run down the stairs, almost tripping in the process. Ran outside with no shoes on, and stood right in the white doors of the building.

As I grew weary of the situation, I managed to push my fears aside and open the white doors. It was horribly quite, and dark. I searched for the light switch and turn the lights on. My eyes grew in horror as I stared at the grotesque scene in front of my eyes.

The animals were slaughtered. All their intestines hanging from their bodies and the flies flying on top of them.

I made a choking sound as I the up on the ground. That's when I get to see my clothing.

My hands were stained with blood. My fingers were black, and my white nightgown was covered in thick blood.

In my arms black feathers started to come out of my pores. I stared at it in horror. My mouth was feeling kind of weird so I run my tongue through my teeth and feel the meat and fur between them. I drop to he ground and started to scream in agony as my skull shaped itself with another form. My spine started to break, my skin started to full. All I could hear were my splitting eardrum screams. My eyes popped out of their place. I couldn't see. I felt myself getting smaller and smaller. More feathers growing through my pores until I was surrounded with it. Opening my wings, and making a lift in the air as I joined the soundless night.

By: Paulina E. Mojica

November 19, 2013