Little Bird Poetry

Flesh greets pavement Moments after enjoying the view The first feeling in a long time Air rushing between teeth Forcing fleeting tears  Begging them free  Yet the eyes never perceive the height Only faces of the lost  Flash into the mind's eye Of the things that have come And never came to pass Who feels the rushing air What sense is that When the conflict of unprocessed transgressions sting instead Where have they gone Where did I go Why mercilessly tear skin  When the whips fashioned from "what ifs" can operate themselves? Choosing the sin of self suffering Is easier than coping with the transgression of self indulgence  One can still fall to their knees to beg for resolution of either decision  Finding peace falls not in to the lap of the perpetrator  Perpetually sending one into the same spiral over and over  Once more and once over The cycle never tires or rests Nipping the heels of those who do not heal Although the descent is straight forw...

Petals flutter over delicate eyelashes Flickering flashes of color Yellow wisps Slide over dewy cheeks Landing haphazardly across the red clay Flesh thrashing As pale skin Gains a ghastly color Crimson tints  From behind boney gates Knees hitting the ground  Greeted by heavy gags In vain efforts To dislodge the rest Like the words unspoken They're trapped where the air gets in I cannot breathe

Running through the woods In the morning  So early The stars have yet to be chased off by the sun Yet late enough That the moon has hidden herself away My head so turned My eyes so strained at the heavens My neck throbs with the anticipation of want  The anticipation of a storm that has yet to rear its head I catch a root Twisting my ankle My spine following suit Is it twigs  Or delicate shreds of life Being snapped Have I snapped? Hands frantically claw the damp soil Has the rain come and passed? Electricity jolts through the roots of nerves I'm shocked to feel the pain How has this happened  As it always has Time and time again Panic sets in I stop She has stopped Only to see the trails of her past feet Having passed this way before Broken limbs Lives Scattered as the many stars in the sky Doomed to this endless hunt Where has this pain come from I dig my claws deeper As I drag her We crawl across leaf litter In the same ditch our feet have formed As I'm not sure w...