(The Impenitent Thief)
When paralysed by
Sudden, impossible fear
Don’t do what I did.
To my bloody eyes
Feathered scavengers descend
Don’t say what I did.
And, for the silence
I found when I needed proof,
May you never hear.
- c. h., 17th November 2018
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