NIGHTBIRDE

Photo By Jacqueline Day

There are holes in my sides

Where the blood came through

Train tracks on my chest

A foot long storyline you can read

Across my body from left to right

Like an arrow pointing

I was back there but I have suffered much

And I am all the way here now

Bullet holes and bruises

And some kind of story

Some kind of miracle

Some kind of bird that sang through the night

Because she always knew that the morning would come

NIGHTBIRDE

Photo By Jacqueline Day