It tears at you, this black crow.
It peels away your shell until it reaches
the parts it wants to eat, cawing.
Eats greedily, eats with a hunger for your insides,
messy and wasteful; just to gorge on you, on you, on you.
It melts you, this acid love.
Dissolves the bits that you were and leaves
nothing but the framework of you, bawling.
From whole to gone in one easy splash
of liquid misfortune;
just to pour on you, on you, on you.