To the reader

Some thoughts, I cannot keep.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Liar

A great eagle is resting
on my shoulders,
his talons are tapping
at my collar bone,
his beak is plucking
at my brow.
He beats his wings
about my ears,
my head is pounding.
Heavy, he rustles,
his feathers tickle my cheek.
It is a great weight,
this majestic creature
on my shoulders.
I know he is bloody,
I see it in his claws.
He turns his head with mine,
as my gaze falls on you, love.
I carry a hunter,
and he will feast on your heart.

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