Come For Me
a crow sings his sweet melody calling
me to the window with my tear staned
face. I watch as he does his little dance
for me. I smile at the thought of him coming
for me. my arms are sticky with rivers
of red hoping i will soon be dead.
The raven swoops down on the crow
chasing it away. Did he bring
his maker to take me away?
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