musty motel, the bedsprings groan
my suitcase and a broken phone
the voice i hear forever moans
never alone, never alone
my pocket’s full of finger bones
worn smooth like ancient magic stones
guarded by shrouded, cackling crones
shrill monotones, shrill monotones
outside the blackbirds all have flown
inside blossom the seeds i’ve sown
the shadows growl, calls the unknown
a blank headstone, a blank headstone
Words and Feathers 