Ravens' Summer

I watched the things burn today,
And as I lifted to the sky,
I took a moment to notice

The cage of ravens in my chest,
I left an apology
I felt the joints pulsate on the cusp
Of my veins

No pain that thrummed its way
Thumping, grinning
Could atone for the beaks that picked
At the permafrost that had become my

Hold- for even in 7 years past,
They pull off my ears and fingers.

And, oh!
How lovely it is to burn alive
On a hot summer’s day
With the collection of fire and ice sitting in your belly

With the rage
Of a thousand black birds
Beating at the bone of a

--Teresa B., Adult