STUNNING BLACK WINGS

STUNNING BLACK WINGS 🐦‍⬛ 🖋️ 🖤

©️Words By Jeff Oliver
Artwork By Dan Verkys ©️

Listen to me.
I have a hard enough time breathing.
I’m running through a maze that rips at me.
It gets to me.
It picks at me.
My eyes were torn out long ago
as I was searching for relief.
They were pecking at me, circling me,
awaiting my dead meat: a flock of blackbirds
with stunning black wings.

You ask me to explain these voices to you…
These voices I can barely hear or see.
It’s hard to explain anything in the middle of a scream.
I’m strong.
I’m weak.
I’m everything in between.
I’m the happiest I’ve ever been while going through grief.
It is such relentless disbelief.

I can’t get away.
I’m always going to pay.
I’m hopelessly searching for my way
out of the fire, my way out of the flames.
I don’t want to play anymore.
I’m done with this game.
I never asked for anything.
I’m trying so hard to forget the blackbirds
with their stunning black wings.

When the blackbird started escaping
from inside of me, I could taste the nasty
dander that was stuck between my teeth.
Its filthy feathers were a part of me.
The feathers were sticking into my open wounds
and making it impossible to find relief.
All that I could ever hear was…
Caw! Caw! Caw!
The language of the messenger that
was sent here to take it all.

I knew I felt something moving inside me.
I blew it off at first.
It kept growing and growing,
and I was so scared that I was cursed.
It started eating me from the inside…
My God, it hurts!

Once everything was gone, it began to emerge.
The blackbirds with stunning black wings had taken everything.
I then felt it pecking out both of my eyes.
I was then only a corpse rotting away in these streets.
My soul now belongs to the blackbirds
with stunning black wings.