life is too long, the days seem to stretch on forever

like a murder of crows blackening the sky on a cold november afternoon

harsh cawing emanates from the dark cloud of flapping shadows

out of the blackness a shape emerges diving so quickly and suddenly

another of us falls from a building, dark thoughts trailing behind like a cloak

we pluck our smoky feathers but they grow back twice as fast

overtaking our skin, mouths hardening shut tight no words escape

our bodies shrink and our minds stretch their legs

my eyes trail over the dark wings, new feathers thick and glossy

why, why do i feel so threadbare

scaled feet tipped with talons make a noise like dry leaves shaking as i shuffle along

cars thunder past, cawing from above drowned for a moment

i crave silence, long to cover my head with hands now gone

the whipping wind tears me apart

i leap