Bloodied Feathers

Sometimes
There are days
When I get this feeling
Low in my stomach
Like the settling
Of a hundred
Bloodied
Feathers

A half formed ache
Creeps into my forearm
Like cold
Liquid Iron
Running
Down my
Bones

There's this
Heaviness
At the corner of my eyes
Where wooden tears
That have long since
Burned
Press for
Release