Title: one of us
talons drawing pretty patterns on my back
grating scritching scratching up the scabs
roughing up unhealed marks from the past
please help me get rid of these chickens
i don't think i'll be the same
i have one pecking at my brain
i can hardly see of late
the dark wings cover up my face
they built a nest in my ribcage
fluttering feathers are inside my lungs
the chickens call out 'one of us?'
i cannot hear now past the clucks
the chickens call out 'one of us?'
i have no choice i have no trust
the chickens call out 'one of us'
so i'm a rooster i'm a pen
i'm a nest and i'm a hen
there are eggs under my skin
there are feathers deep within
infiltrated by my kin
i'm afraid of the chickens
if my thoughts stray to success
to leaving this forceful nest
i hear them still in my head
my healed scars blazing red
the chickens call out 'one of us?'
