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BLUE WEAVER BIRD 🐦

A blue weaver bird perched atop the branch I sat beneath.
I shuddered at the jumbled words in my mind,
Pinching my self for an inspiration
As the pages laid bare and virgin.
She broke the silence with a chirp-
Need a translator so badly right about now.
Sounded Greek at the beginning,
But tickled my ink with an inspiration in my heart.

Oh how I poured out myself unto those pages!
Like red wine, offered to the gods,
I flanked my being carelessly without apologies,
Recklessly with a death wish.
I was a cat a few seconds ago-
I had nine lives.
As in a video game,
I knew I would return to life after every bleed-out,
So I never held back my dagger-
I was an antagonist.
I stabbed them pages not once,
Not twice, not thrice,
I watched them bleed in the ice,
It was a cold murder on a chilly night,
The cellulose blood warmed me fine,
And hugged my palms tight.

Was unperturbed by their wails,
Not that I am heartless,
Or never discerned the pages' frails,
I just couldn't make me stop.
Not that I don't have a soul,
I just couldn't make me stop.
She sang, and I stabbed,
She sang, and I still stabbed,
Bloody knuckles, shoved into fibry chests,
I nose out through wordy organs,
Twitching vowel tissues and cloning consonant cells,
I formed my own species.
Oops, I just ripped out a hyphen capillary.
My bad,
The semi colons misled me.

Maybe I can't stop the homicides afterall.
"Hands in the air where I can see them!"
They found me in the act.
My fingerprints pleading guilty on every letter,
With my name as the author.

Dear blue weaver bird atop the tree,
Tell my parents that I love them,
Tell my sister to  check my left drawer,
I kept the chocolate I promised her,
Tell my brothers to..
Just tell 'em all that I am fine.
I am fine,
Within the reams.





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