Another Infinite Poem

Cooing like a murder of crows

In a tumultuous coo coo coo

Everything but cooing can be heard

Except for a slight raspy grasping chant

wanting to destroy me 

by consuming my body piece by piece

as I scream endlessly until l am no longer in existence

Muttering my last word trying to woo them away.


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