LOVEBIRDS
- Mar 21
- 1 min read
By S.J. Wildling
You said I reminded you of birds.
Curiosity curled upon my chewed lip
Hopeful you had made
some complimentary
association with grace.
Your eyes gathered storm clouds
as you glared up at me
Eagle eyed and menacing.
“You remind me of birds” you said
“how they do as they please,
How they just up and leave.
How they make a fucking mess.
And all that fucking noise
How you'd
Shit on me from a height,
Flap and squawk and take flight,
If I gave you a chance
I know you’d peck out my eyes
And pick my bones clean,
Leave me to bleed out, slowly
Under your sky
Of rotten dreams.”
You spit.
I freeze.
Out from your back pocket
You retrieve
rusty scissors,
Your breath hot in my ear
As you snip snip the air and sneer
“Time to cut your wings, my pretty.”