beak | poem

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tonight

i lie wide awake

and my depression sits like a hawk

perched upon my ribs

piercing the tender flesh with its 

red-tipped talons

i close my eyes

hoping he will leave

but only to open my eyes again

and see a twinkle of satisfaction

in his beady black eyes

-n.c

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