SCARECROW

crows
dark scavengers
feasting on my flesh

my hands are torn and bleeding
having nothing left to offer up
they are weary
no long able to mend your broken wings
they fall to my side
useless
pointless
dead

my ears are unable to hear
deaf to the noise of the world
they cannot hear
my cries
or yours

my shoulders fall
the talons claw
ripping me to shreads
tattered
torn
they are stained with blood
tears
sweat

my heart is bare
my chest now an empty hole
exposed
stilled
silent
the solitude has drained me
left me dying
dead

they feed
fattening their bellies with what was once whole
they flee
unconcerned with my plight
i'm left alone
they move on
different times
different victims
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