at the window
the persistent clack
of a harpy’s claws
wakes me
into a brighter sun
my shoulders tense
anticipating
before the feathered
shadow forewarns
the sudden
shriek and strike
and I’m lifted
into air
my hands grasp
into nothing
as I’m dropped
trailing my intestines
like red ribbons
across the tattered
sky
(October 26, 2014)
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