Atop the Wings of a Magpie

Like dangling keys in front of an infant Chattering flaking bones I'm building sandcastles from your ashes In the twisted molten mess we created Death machine Hurtling through time and space Consciousness Atop the wings of a magpie Searching for something shiny Obliterate Tangled between sheets of matter Slicing razor sharp splinters Rusted brown like an old barn Rusted red like our own blood As it escapes us it binds us Forever entwined in an accident But after all I'm glad it was with you

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026