Squeezing Blackbirds
Blackbirds have slowly gathered in your eyes.
Feeding on canyon shadows throughout time.
Growing plump on imperfection and self-doubt.
You must fight long and hard with great resolve
For those black flyers are persistent and loud.
Grab hold of their songs, one by one.
Squeeze down on them
until your palms fill with silence and blood.
Toss the macabre off to the side.
Now that most of the blackbirds are gone
there's only room for silvery petals
and hazel gems to fill your eyes.
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