“CRUSHED” by Shawna Dyer

I’d heard of the birds  

with crushed wings. 


A hand grasping them 

too tightly.  


I have been searching for  



to use  

when expressing how  


it feels to see the grim reaper  

at your own door, 


but only in retrospect.  

For him to make his  


home in your heart. 

Even if he is not physically  


with you.   

The form of a man; 


the predator we 

almost anticipate.  


Is it really considered  



if the stereotype is true?