Your hands grasped rusted
   Bars inside the belly
   Of a crow

   Time
   Stolen or halted
   Buried in thirst

   Faceless inner
   Prison    Locked up
   You had felt safe

   Now tried to escape
   And fixated
   On the confusion of crow –

   Shape shifter pink claws
   And red thread
   In beak

   Controlled the golden
   Key    You don’t
   Know if it’s the right one