There's two and two and two of you,
Flapping your hushed wings.
Beckoning, beckoning
Are my impassioned movements
Across the moonlit grass.
Glide your
Slick, sharp fingers through
My abdomen.
A nocturne composition played
By the steadiness of your silence -
Somehow, you find your way
To my
Bleeding home.
You are an invisible spell,
And not a soul recognizes your presence.
Strike your feathery elements
Against my window.
Become my wendigo. Sing
Your lullaby of aches and pains.
I drift into unfathomable nightmares;
I feel congested and strangled.
There is no
Room for a family in this bark home,
So you must remain alone,
Fight for life with fervor and dignity.
Raise me up.
I pull the latch from your cage,
Snow owl,
And you are set free.
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What. ;-; it sounds like I'm casting a spell.
