Stepmother Stance
Dark chest
inhale your bite
exhale its shadow
wings that twisted pierce
like barbwire
cover your heart
black feet on glass
I watch my spine
still touch me
A raven cries
give me my nights,
give me my nights,
give me my nights
(I do not have a bad stepmother. I was just personifying the raven's darkness calling her stepmother. Just the metaphor. )
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
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