Huge Hammers -

Blank page, a self imposed curse

Scrawling thoughts, to write for what?

Crow lands, searching in the dirt with the stare

Its black eyes, something writhing

Reared neck and horrible laugh

Stones turn, veering into vision

What doesn’t blink can’t dream

It wants my eyes to see

Black beak weapon to pierce

Delirium scribbles thoughts onto page

Something’s writhing.

Writhe!

Wings spread a plague, doctor

It stabs towards my view

It wants my eyes to see this

Hands alone fail to counter-attack

My pen, this make shift dagger

Thrust under the wing

Blood drips onto my page

Random splatters onto white

Falling back

Reared back soaked in red

Black bird stumbling through air

Piece of flesh in my eye

What’s not mine doesn’t hurt

With clenched eyes I pull

Bit by bit it falls…