Fallen into Fear

Raven in the cornfield.
Crying out to no one,
Confessing all his sins.

Wings tainted with pitch feathers.
Cracked beak, scratched talons--
Self-inflicted wounds.

~*~

Young girl in her bedroom.
Tears guide her to rest--
Damp pillow to lie on.

Wrists marked with crimson.
Sliced flesh, dripping blood--
Self-inflicted wounds.

~*~

Bloodied, lonely.
Both of them remain.
Fallen to their fears.