a willow, an oak, a crow

i am a willow, an oak, a crow
rejected by flesh i’ve once loved
i never stand these days, but trust me i have
rejected the flesh and bone
lifeless, fallen, floating in the river that the sun once drove
rejected by flesh i’ve once loved
a tapestry of vines and mosses hanging above
looming, laughing, taunting
body rejecting both flesh and bone
still
so how do i fix this?
laughing and taunting and laughing and taunting and
i want them to burn
to weep to bend to break
melt and break and die
drown
still
rejected
vine meets cold water, saturated
branches bend, they’re yearning to break
feathers appear on my hand
call back that watchful sun
guide me from the river
in order to stand
i’ll weep and bend and break
in order to fix this
rejecting the flesh i’ve once loved
wrap my heart in dried leaves and burn it, if only
a black feather, defeated brow, attempting to stand
rejecting the flesh i’ve once loved
to feel again, after so many sunless days, if only
so how do i fix this?
throw my branches to the sky
rejected by flesh i’ve once loved
drowning, unwittingly, abhorrently
rejecting the flesh
drowning in the river so shrouded in cloud
rejected by flesh
oh so saturated, i’m taunted
yet i reach for the sky with feathered hands
rejecting the flesh
and i don’t know why my feathered hands
rejected
rejecting
are broken
so how do i fix this?
oh how i used to stand
still
i fucking used to stand
how do i fix this?
i think i used to stand
drown
rejected by flesh and bone
i fucking used to stand
no willow, no oak, no crow

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