The Clothes Found In Old Trunks Poem by Dizzy Darling

you start wearing my clothes, but the belt is too tight!
you throw some away, you are constantly increasing in waist size.
two guys in two weeks? Birdies been quite busy.
you slide your toes into my shoes and start walking where I have.
Running around in circles you don't even bother making your bed.
you find adventure here, passions there, you start to crave.

You start getting mysterious pulling rabbits out of your silly hats and scarves from your sleeves.
You begin to use my words, behave like me, even laugh like me.
Think of me when you dream.
Now you act out on the stage with limelight’s awning: the clothes found in old trunks.
fluttering flippant marionette fully flaunting

This is a story of a beautiful magpie who let the wind take her from the ground and when she landed on a branch her poor judgment caused it to snap, somewhere between the petrified floor and the lantern sky she turned into a vulture and started feeding on carrion, its blood running through the cracks

even the ugliest of birds must feed
What’s sad is you were once alive

a whispering eulogy
her thirst for blood formed rivers under her feet
when she stopped with her fill, she perched on its banks,
she never understood what love was, how to act or how to live.
All she knew was herself and she lay there drowning in her dreams weeping through the vast empty; tortured, screeching, moaning. Empty.
echoing nights exasperate her death song to the scant Four winds which have driven her all her life.