The morning sky was dark, wind flowed around the sharp black claws of a small black body that was perched at the top…
The sweet aroma of aloe vera incense glided slowly throughout their home on the back of small gusts of wind. The back door was open, with a thin gap around half an inch in width.
Halloween had long since passed, weeks before this very night. I must press that a bonfire glitters brightly in the hungry eyes of the black one that sat in silence on the peak of a squidgy surface.
Three unworthy cries go out, as a plea of anguish to the moon that glows creating a dull sparkle in one set of eyes. They believed that in this life, God will hear them out and answer them in a timely fashion.
A sharp snap was felt a little way down from where a black ball of well-preened feathers grows.
Pop! went the spine of ignorance, whose behaviour was noted down in a carefully monitored situation.
‘Moody,’ whispers glide through the night sky.
An even louder pop came out just as the black one’s claw pierced through a spine. The lump wailed ‘forgive me! I promise I’ll try better next time.’
The black plumage paused and tilted its head to the left. Sapphire eyes looked magical and glistened with moonshine and fire. Don’t you agree?
The black boulder glanced up at the sky, a look of satisfaction to the Lord. Why not ask to be saved from God or maybe even Mary at a stretch? Why only plead for forgiveness, under the turmoil of fear and piss scented sweat?
The black sphere of hope did not consider your request.
For your ignorant behaviour had sentenced you to death.
Another disc popped, and yet a few more followed… The fire raged on naturally, the moon continued to shine. The aloe vera incense finished its purpose, yet its last slither of smoke is inhaled by a black beast that smothered a wounded sound.
At the moment a weak whimper fades to a stop, Crow cackles.
A pile was sent up North.
With its tongue and its eyes and hands cut off.
Morning arrives and the day is new
A day is new and a clock keeps ticking.
Crows best friend wakes up and declares, ‘I feel uplifted. Blessed day.’
Crow never heard that common name repeated anywhere in our universe again.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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