Black Birds
They flew down
From the branches
Black flames falling and
Blurred
Over our city
A less vibrant hive
in rubble we
pick through the crumbs
or hide
No shock
Cutting through
Tangled in my hair
These wings
burst from my head
Cawing
a twisted face
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