an old raven
comes to die
in our garden

I can't see
his eyes
he has a
hard time
flying

get stuck
in the greehouse

What happened
to the raven
to not be able
to soar around
the lake

I too feel
traped inside
my own house

I sleep
in my office
I live in there
I live inside
my ex nightmare

I'm her toy
the dead mouse
the cat barely
play with
anymore

eat me
kill me
fuck me

I sustain
all that
to be
a few more days
with  my daughter

I need to leave
but I don't know how
I need to run
but I'm afraid

I just want
to roll in
a little ball
and forget
it all

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