my crow

Woke up this morning feeling so small I couldn’t reach the light switch. Tumbled out of bed into the darkness of my bedroom and tripped over my shoes. I ate up the shoelaces for breakfast and the coffee maker was busted so I got into an argument with my girlfriend who had left me 20 years ago. In my head she sat on my shoulder like a dark crow shadow, cawcawphoning laughter into my ear. I flung a bust of Neitzsche at  her with a heaving sigh, but missed and only succeeded in concussing my own poor shallow skull which soon shattered into seven several shards that knelt on the floor, prostrate in a puddle of broken dream. The next time I wake up, I’ll know better, I told myself before turning off the alarm clock and falling off the mattress onto the hard cold floor.

 

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