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The Raven

I carry it with me
I carry a burden
a big black bird
Clawing at my head and neck
and heart
Clawing at my ribs
aching to leave
   and be free


I long to open my cage
But if I did
its big black wings
would knock out her haunted face
and shatter her broken life
   still I wish


It lurks in dark corners of my mind
Whispering at the edges of my soul
Darkening my bones like the
ringing in an ear
or the pebble in a shoe


Stepping slowly painfully brutally coldly
Pounding my battered heart
Rubbing me


Then I let it



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