Magpie

so i was writing dramatic love poems about a boy and suddenly i stopped because i had to kill a magpie.

not literally.

i could have made this about overcoming my fear or pessimism or, y'know, something happy like that, but we all know that's not how i work.

this isn't about anyone real; it's simple selfish fear. this is a relief.

(i figured there might be someone on here who still wonders where i am or what i'm up to. i'll post a poem soon. for kicks.)

rated r for gore and evil birds. i mean evil humans.