Crows Hold Grudges for 17 years...

I saw this quote today on social media: crows hold grudges for up to seventeen years. I adore crows and was inspired to write a poem. Crows over bros, always <3

Crows Hold Grudges for 17 years

The human body replaces itself

every seven years.

I still taste you when I bite

my bottom lip.

Your fingerprints linger

in my cells, like a branding,

a mark of ownership,

the heat of hell, so I hate

a piece of myself.

I planned to mate for life,

find my other half and

boil in a melding pot

of shared desire.

Now, I hold charred love

like a curse, a grudge

I can’t rid myself of

and I am branded

on your skin in scars

from claws scraping down

your back and incisors

marking your neck.

I wonder if you touch

the discolored lines,

my initials written

in a language

only we uttered

in whispers, in darkness,

in hidden space so no one

saw the way you hungered for me,

stuck between desire and animosity—

both as deadly as aconite and

as alluring as blooming wolfsbane.

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