She lays on her back screaming as her pelvis splits

The little black crow emerges from the nest 

The blood, thick and sweet, coats its chest

The terror at her thighs curls its lips

 

She pants walking down the sidewalk 

She sighs as the black umbrellas glide past

She breaths as the bird flies by fast

She screams while the black bird bawks

 

Back then this winged beast frightened her

The little crow scared itself 

But now she has birthed a little elf

A demon child with the wings of a sinner 

 

The baby slides out 

The congealed excess shields it from the terror

But as it takes its first inhale

The places where ligaments should sprout 

Are marred with the bloody birth of crows wings