I measured each bruise by six feet,
hell by each bone snap of my ribs.
Satin sheet midnight feeds the sky secrets,
and I am one crow wing from discovery.
I keep waiting for the sun, keep watching the trees.
Limbs are waiting for judges…I’m waiting for reprieve.
There’s no love in a fist, no heart in a blow.
Those crows have heard my sorrow.
Those crows have seen my pain.
He kept saying, “You get what you deserve.”
It didn’t matter how many red lights lined the driveway
or how much paper filled a file. Daddy’s money
sparkled green. Daddy’s money paid for lies.
Now I’m counting hours until crow light,
waiting for murder to fill the trees.
©Susie Clevenger 2017