From the Files of Crow and Unique: Scalpel

What I love most about expression, is that it can be manipulated.

I remember being present.

I remember being present.

I remember being present.

I was once a gift to that aspect you call life.

Imagine for a moment that this next part isn’t staged.

You’re happy.

Very comfortable.

Sitting on a chair that is ergonomically suited for many physical needs.

I’m looking at your eyes, not quite the hue I most value. Your pupils are large – you like me, don’t you?

Nothing matters.

I turn my head slowly to the left and ask, ‘pass the scalpel.’

Crow glides down from a scratched bookcase and gently places it into my left hand.

With my right hand, I pick it up.

I’m delicate but you cry out in pain. I cut round from your left eyebrow down to the corner of your mouth. Crimson blurs the shade of your iris.

**I follow a superficial line around the rest of your face. Then with my scalpel, I gently peel back your skin.**

Slowly with care

Delicately with consideration

Then a tug at the end for good measure.

‘You’re now ready to go out into the world Sir. Show your true identity.

Be the bitch you’ve always been behind most doors.’

Free

I run through the dark forests and no fear resides within.

The birds chant over my head.

Crow flies silently above the treetops.

I remove myself from your pool of toxicity. I breathe.

Explanation Unique?

No.

I owe nothing to no one.

I pay myself in time and appreciation.

The tone of your voice no longer lingers around my thoughts. Forgotten.

I don’t quite recall the shade of your iris.

Hit different.

My mind rests easily upon my mind. I carry it with pride.

The ants march underfoot and look up to catch a glimpse of my deep brown eyes and the glimmers of Crows sapphire blue stares.

I stop at a cliff edge and bellow out all the pain I’ve been holding onto: ‘please don’t deny me!’

Crow lands on my right shoulder, claws deepen into my muscle. Blood flows down my right breast and between my armpit.

Tears bleed out and the scenic image around me is now tinted with red.

I turn my head right and kiss Crow on his head. Bloody tears drip onto his ebony shaded feathers.

I look behind at the forest, then up to the sky.

‘It hit different!’ I cry.

And like that with no apprehension, I leap out and we both plummet through the misty confusion you cursed me with. I hear you crying. It warms my heart, speed picks up and I look at Crow – he’s smiling.

A rock scraps my left ankle. My bloody tears jump and float above us

Into the skies, deep into our universe and sprinkle across our sun

The evidence we never aligned.

With grey slapping my face I whisper ‘please don’t deny me.’

The fog clears and presents a deep blue pool of nothingness. Crow and I plunge into the icy waters.

The liquid clears every speck of blood away from us. My vision is clear, I see black!

I see black.

I see only black.

Then I turn to my right and see two glows from Crow’s sapphire blue eyes. He looks up and they beam out the most intense blue light.

We drift up, breaking through the surface of the water

Crow bellows out ‘and then Unique was free, and then Unique was free and then Unique was free!’

The icy water forces us into the sky and through our universe – we both hit the centre of the sun.

Crow: 100 Followers

📸Unique

     ‘Unique! Guess what day it is today?’

     ‘Sunday the 12th of July.’

     ‘But Unique, guess what day it is today?’

     ‘I’ve just guessed.’

     ‘Try again!’

He opens the blinds in my bedroom and although it’s 0444 the sky is pitch black.

I blink a few times and then rub my eyes.

     I noticed his sapphire blue eyes are gleaming now, Crow is happy. Elated in fact. I slip out of bed and say, ‘what happened the sun?’

     ‘Unique, don’t you know what day it is today?’

     ‘Crow, sweetie, I’ve already told you – Sunday the 12th of July 2020’

I then wink at Crow and head into the bathroom. I’m guessing I’m imagining the blackness outside. Maybe the time is wrong, and I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night? Either way, something is off today.

I brush my teeth.

I squeeze a large portion of coconut shower gel onto my navy-blue washcloth and wash away the night before.

A fine ballad of tweeting reverberates through our home and shakes the blueberry candle, just a little.

I dry off, dress and apply the perfect layer of Ruby Woo by Mac on my lips.

I enter the kitchen and look around for Crow. He’s not here – he’s usually eating bagels by the time I finish getting ready. I glance outside and see that it’s pitch-black. I check my watch and see the time is 0722. The sun is usually out by now.

I walk cautiously out into the hallway and slowly open the front door. The sweet song from above is utterly divine. I’m looking up and above my house is a? Well, what looks like a giant-size sheet of? Black. I walk down the driveway and hum along with the blackness above me. I recognise this tune, only I’ve never heard it in this manner. Piano Sonata No. 14 Beethoven

The shape above me looks like a triangle, off in the distance I see sunlight and at the very front of this black triangle, I notice a glint of blue.

The blue moves forward, separating itself from the shape. And there I realise Crow has grown – at a guess, he’s 3 metres long and his sapphire blue eyes are the size of Granny Smith apples.

He swoops down toward me, shouting, ‘UNIQUE GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?’

I smile as he lands right beside me, his jet-black feathers blowing the last few shower droplets out of my sapphire blue braids. I stroke his left-wing and whisper, ‘we now have 100 followers!’

Crow squawks to the black plume above and that’s when I see a murder of 100 crows breakaway from one another and release blue sparkly words of love and appreciation.

They then disperse and fly away in different directions, across our universe.

Crow and I stand at the end of our driveway and salute all of you!

Thank you.

Love

Crow & Unique