A thud is all that happened

The crow fell dead

Sealed the whole area tight

No air

No light

Just labored life

A foot on your chest

Its as bad as everyone says

When that sprite

With stale breath

And muted voice

Bounces and flits around

With scraps of crippled promise

In the faint mirage of help

Saying “Do with it what you can”

”Do with it what you will”

And I will hate her

When I feel again

Cause she is a misery to me

She’s some kind of evil