Category: From the Files of: Crow & Unique

Sickness

From her observation

Sickness

With my righthand I swirl pools of darkness, I can assure you it’s warm and contains pieces of pigs feet. They’re still warm from marching out of your throat and stopping beside my fingertips.

I pick one up and toss it to Crow, he devours it with a few swift pecks. Thank you.

Light from your television, gives us vision to this thick consistency, the smell is disgusting. Still, with my right hand, I squish chunks of pineapple and throw them into the air. Crow hops to the left, his tiny feet making even ripples in your mess.

SPLAT! The chunk lands right in front of him. He fluffs out his feathers, and I notice specks of your vomit on his left-wing.

Crow motions to me by looking down at the now reddened piece of pineapple. I swish my hands around and around, spelling out the following:

     I AM YOUR F

Crow crows, I snatch up the scarlet reward and bite into it.          

I can assure you, it tastes as if I bought a plastic-wrapped fruit pot from, well you know, a place where you purchase nice fruit pots from.

Crow hops on my thighs and rubs his head against my stomach. It’s his way of expressing his love for our friendship.

I take my right hand and the bloodied sick drips onto my thigh before I stroke Crow. I swear to you this little bird knows how to purr.

The Cloud

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The Cloud

Up in the cloud I rest, I’m an angel.

Watching you hypocrites is awfully painful.

Smiles upfront, but behind you could prove fatal!

I don’t need to be near you to know you’re ungrateful.

Those secret conversations about me are distasteful.

My shield, Crow, will forever be faithful.

He will gut you like the thing you are.

10/10 I’ll award his appraisal

Peace

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Peace has finally arrived.

No more will I hear your customised chime.

No longer will I see your name showcased in my notifications.

For too long, I have entertained you, stroking your ego with lies.

Pretending I care just to extend my presence.

Peace has finally been received.

I removed you from my life, thus eradicating you from my purpose.

Crow will ensure you never contact me again.

Unless you wish to lose all your fingernails.

YOU

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‘I’ve moved on.’ – YOU

To This Day:

You want my time.

You want my space.

You want my mind.

You want my comfort.

You need my magic.

You need my energy.

You need my positivity.

You need me. Period.

You peer into my world, with your trojan messages. FAIL.

You send me photos of yourself.

YOU send me photos of yourself.

You send photos of yourself that have no real purpose.

You send me voice notes.

You send me videos.

You want to meet up.

I never asked for any of this. I remember stating, ‘we can’t be friends, we can’t be anything. Let’s leave US right here.’

You want to remain friends.

You want to be here for me.

You want nothing to change between us.

You want us to keep our connection.

I hear crow whisper ‘deception, transgression, manipulation, inequitable reward.’

To This Day – YOU

Mrs Pepperdew

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Mrs Pepperdew peppered you with spice.

Mrs Pepperdew peppered you how nice?

Mrs Pepperdew flummoxed you each time.

Mrs Pepperdew connected you through rhyme.

Mrs Pepperdew sang to you, with aromatic spices.

Mrs Pepperdew convinced you that you could sing. But Mrs Pepperdew mocked you, as crow swooped in, ripped your tongue out and tossed it into the fire.

It snapped, it crackled, it fizzed, and it banged.

Mrs Pepperdew sang and she sang, and she sang!