Vultures Come

Vultures come
sharpen talons and beaks
tear at necrotic flesh
pick this carcass clean

I need a committee
to rid me of parasitic past
trauma’s cadaver
weighing me down.

(Linking up to Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.  A macabre bird and poem to fit the season.  Image from personal collection)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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