April Fung

I Am Nobody

Awakened am I, when dawn crawls over my body
Distracted by a noise, when I am half dreaming.
A crow’s voice; sharp and high-pitched
Tears the innermost into two halves
How long has it been here? Wonder I.

Days go by, mysterious powers draw me
To the bird. Black fine hair. Black eyes.
With an evil grin it seems

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