Staring at vultures
Your sadness called out to me,
Daring me to jog or jump or create a flat foot run in your direction.
I had already weighed the dangers before I took off at your call.
Cold wisps of morning would tangle themselves in my hair,
Deer skin would curl away and
flap away like a monstrous vulture
Spying and devouring my breaths
flying into the walls where it's skull hung and smiled.
Rocks with wigs of moss would even venture to play,
gunning for me to step on them,
Egging on tree branches to catch me.
But even then I would still try to fly,
Fly into your arms as my mother yelled for me to eat
Eat the dreams the Catcher with
feathers and beads hanging from His eyes
Caught , twisted, and
Strangled from a child's thoughts
Where the dangers of running towards misery
In the hopes of seeing your face
Will have never been scared into memories.
