thunderbirdinsteadx: I am inhabited by a cry,Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse.Are
thunderbirdinsteadx: I am inhabited by a cry,Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse.Are
