Literature
nothing left but the paranoia
they say
crows never forget
and i am terrified
this is true. see,
the other week,
i hit a crow
with my car
& they saw. they saw,
and if they remember,
then they know,
and if they know,
they will come. here is
the thing:
i am terrified
they can see me
& i am terrified
they can not. my thoughts
lately
are a spiral, a maze,
with an entrance
but no exit. i am lost.
i am lost,
and they know. last week,
i saw a cat,
eating a crow,
and in my mind,
i am the cat,
i am the crow,
i am the car
that hit the crow,
i am my thoughts
lost in my maze,
and what if
they see me.
looks somehow surreal, I think.