Ravens.

her soul was
unidentifiable —
black as the feathers
sprouting from her shoulders

her face was elusive
rejected by society and
only noticed by those who
enjoyed broken things

reticence remained in her
almond eyes —
her caw being the wails
I awoke to in cold sweat

I almost wanted to
capture her, coax her
into brass cages

but her calling was
the skies.

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