Druid
She doesn’t look like me.Too pale, too naked,Too sucked under her own surface. Well I don’t want to drown.I won’t get pull down because part of me is tooPathetic and plucked to fly She can’t be me,But she’s the only me that sees,Herself seized up By the time I’ve flapped the fervor back into meShaken off a soft sagging skinTaken flight I’m away, unawake, unawareWeightless as thoughtlessTill I fall I only learn about myself when landingRoused by faded echoes of euphoriaRippling with the hypnic drop I won’t say I don’t knowAbout the bullet or predatorWaiting to slink out of my blind spot But I need to be a bird againAnd there’s always an againOr an until Until the bird stops returning to be meNo idea why it doesUntil it’s killed,So I can die,Without being anyone who’s dying.Druid