My head's a mess
Flurries of thoughts
Flurries of birds
With knives for feathers
One falls into my hand
No
I won't do it
I drop the feather
But the birds are angry, taunting
>You can't get away that easily<
I can try
But I can't run forever
Feathers dance around me
The air is full of silver
They're chasing me, hunting me down
I can't keep this up
A feather falls into my hand
I won't do it
Another feather
No
Another
No...
Another
Fine.
Give me the feather.
You win.
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Dangerous Mind
PoetryMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)
