The Blackbird and its Bread

They'll never know the blackbird that haunts me

His piercing eyes stare me down

My self as a sacrifice to feed its hungry burden

Crumbled to nothing as the bread on the ground

Its ravenous wanting pulls me deeper

A lone feather to fall omens for more

Each day of returning it feasts on fear

A scavenger leaving nothing but bones

Hollow husk of a self once known

Through the time and nights where I refuse to dream, he lingers,

Perching and waiting.

The dawn does not stray the blackbird….

….neither my sacrifices fading.