Little Bird Poetry

Come here. Quietly Speak to me In hushed tones Whisper to me The way you did When we were younger Play my heart With a golden pick And play me a melody Remind how it feels to love. Be loved. Cup my face Draw me close Make me forget Why I let you go Be there When I wake I pray my goddess Your soul to take To stay with me And do what we promised That late October noon. Please.

Nails scraping mirrors Digging through glass So desperate to change The image staring back Wooden eyes Ivory teeth Forced into a grin Smile little one Your life is about to begin Forget the things that bring you joy As soon they'll too fade A life Is not worth living Sacrifice your youth Mourn unborn souls you'll be never have As the bullet loads The taste of blood Is like that of coins Both spilling out On cold tile floor There isn't any value In such worthless creatures Writhing flesh Never satisfied With the little living has to offer Beg for mercy Until the day The spirits will catch you Release you back to the void

I saw you there Across the room Eyes spilling light That tore through gloom Steady hands to hold me close And words laced in ambrosia I let you pull me tightly in Wrapping emotion around me Before long It became a snare Digging deeply into ribs Snagging tender flesh Cracking my thin shell Taking away from me All I thought was me Molding me into you I try to scream To spit though Your crooked hand over my mouth I bite into raw unmoving flesh Blood seeping through my teeth Fighting to tear away To do anything To escape