I Don't Know........

This past year has been such a hell-ride that is it isn't even funny!

In and out of the hospital twice! Men who can't stand the heat! Save for one......

Getting blamed by some poor dweeb for the natural reactions of his body.... F*@#!$%^#)*&$!!!!!! Only to be followed by me having to call the cops just to get an ex to LEAVE ME ALONE!

And then my family..... Holy crap! I have come to the realization that we all are a bit tetchy. And we are all our own individuals.

Karma is paying my ex-husband a visit. Everyone says I should be happy, but how can you find joy in another's sorrow?

And then people who say something and then never follow through........ UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just don't know...............

My Crow

Soft footfalls echo on the dark staircase.

Making their path through the night towards the door.

Gently they pause on the tiled floor.

Listening, listening.......

No noise from the upper floor comes that would warn her of
a watchful eye.

A soft click of the knob and she slips gently into the welcoming
arms of the night.

She pauses momentarily on the porch. The orange light from the street
lamp illuminates her face as she looks to the clouded darkness above.

Dark, wet streaks run from her dark eyes to her small chin. She wipes them away with a flurry of movement. Reminds herself that she cannot be seen. No need to hide.

She sets out towards the street. The cold autumn air swirling around her and enveloping every movement.

Heartache following each step.

Each step faster than the one before. She advances into the cold night.
The cold a welcomed distraction from what had came before.

She stops. The sound of wings beating through the night sky startles her into stillness and causes her to look into the skeletal branches of the tree in front of her where the sound came to a stop.

A swirl a blackness and before her on a branch is perched a large black crow.

Both entities eying one another.

Just then, a deep gentle voice emanates from the still form of the crow.

"You know who I am and why I have come."

As the sentence came to a close, a shot rang out and fire burned through her fragile body.

She was falling then swiftly caught up upon the wings of the crow whom had left the tree in a flurry of black to catch her fall.

To her disbelief, as she was lifted high into the darkness of night, she saw her still form lying broken on wet pavement below. Bathed in the orange glow from the streetlamp. Darkness pooling around her lifeless head.

Away her soul is carried upon the wings of the crow only to return. To bring forth vengeance upon those who destroyed her and those she loved.