Dangling Food

By An Ode to Creativity Blog - January 07, 2021

Dangling Food

The hanging girl swung 
like a branch ready to snap. 

The skin peeled. 
Blood felt like fingers 
 with a touched of cold, 
as it slipped down her spine.

The only audience 
were the crows gathered 
on branches. Once the girl 
took her last shaken breath
the crows would have 
their late afternoon snack.

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