An astral projection of self-fear.
And all the while, birds suddenly appear.
Chiming bells but different songs,
To whom is unknown.
The watching... Close watching.
Shrill breath in my ear,
Paralysing yet rapidly approaching glare,
Followed by a hand,
Increased heart-rate,
Goosebumps, sweat,
Awake.
I don't believe in angels yet I see one,
So why do you fly away?
I appear for you.
Separate we stand; Together we fall,
And what remains of the flock,
The blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take your broken wings and learn to fly
// a Weird Fish poem
