when the crow calls

i hear the crow call to me

as i sit here making porn

his voice is loud and beckoning

i’m certain filled with scorn

for who i am

what i’ve become

on this temporary ride

he shames me into a corner

from his home up in the sky

never mind

i carry on

my breasts are bare

no human can hold me bound

i paint the pictures

with no cares

like no one is around

the crows they call

from time to time

i hear them in my sleep

haunting me softly

as silent as mimes

with their thoughts

only i can see.

Ruby Rose xx

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