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The Box

Crow bought home a large box.

Added his homemade bagels to the box.

Sprinkled herb crust in the box.

Hopped around happy by the box.

Screamed at the box.

Rubbed on the box.

Purred by the box.

Confided some wet dreams to the box.

Added his shit to the box.

Laughed at the box.

Then stared at the box, until it caught flame and burnt down to nothing.

He explained, ‘Unique, I needed to clear my mind.’

I couldn’t shout at Crow. The box was pink, who likes pink?

Once the ashes had cooled down, I swept up the remnants of the box, scattering them into my velvet blue Dulux Box.

Unique’s Song

Unique’s Song

Unique & Crow, like to sing, every day, in fact.

Unique thinks she sounds like Mariah Carey, Crow thinks she sounds like trash.

Listen…

‘Red, yellow, green.’

‘Blood, bananas, broccoli.’

‘Green, purple, black.’

‘Puss, bruises, rats.’

‘Black, pink, white.’

‘Scabs, flesh, die!’

‘White, blue, orange.’

‘Coffin, eyes, LUNCH!’

Crow flew on the bronze fruit-bowl and devoured two oranges.

Mr Smith

From the mind of Crow

Mr Smith

Mr Smith had a big house and a white picket fence.

Perched on a tree beside Mr Smiths bathroom window, Crow thought about ways to help Mr Smith.

The next day Mr Smith screamed in horror, at the discovery of a giant dead rat.

     It was both the large size and that its head was now hanging from the hot tap in the bath, that caused Mr Smith to faint.

Upon waking up, he found the head of the rat, glued onto his own head. Teeth embedded into his left eyebrow. Tail pushed into his bleeding right thigh.

Beyond the screams of pain, Crow can be heard singing his most beautiful song yet.

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

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