The birds, the birds.

They  screech and claw at me

Birds pull and tear at my skin; the birds.

Have to make them stop, need them to stop.

Pulling at my clothes; I need silence, I need…serenity.

Pull in closer, touch my chest

I need to breath in the rough skin;

I need my knees more than the rest.

Wrap around them, hold them tight

Put my head down;

Hold my tears back with all of my might.

Claw, scratch, and rip

Push through the muck and the mire

But watch out, don’t slip.

I have no tie ups

No strings attached

No worries, no hiccups.

I speak my  words,

Say what I  have to say,

And I won’t look back…at the birds.