Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd Their caws disheartening and loud We are stuffed and cannot get out we look to the crows to fly north or south. To my left the lady falls To my right a crow caws above me there’s clouds I check for the calm, and the crows are still loud. The crows is moving, yet we’ve hit another wall the crows are flying another way, we still follow their panicked caw I’m holding on with nerves those around me are falling and getting hurt what do we do when we are all laid on the dirt? it’s been days and i’m running with my eyes closed i don’t care if i fall and break my nose the crows still caw yet this crowd has lessened i open my eyes to check, and notice i’m the last one standing. what was my goal? to survive or just live? where are the crows? and the people who’d run and skip? i stop running and take a look around i see my thoughts in the clouds and photos of me broken on the ground my heart starts racing, and the crows get loud. my eyes open again i look around my room and it spins the knot in my stomach is thick i hold my stomach, my nerves made me sick. i can still hear the crows this time they say words, only ones i know. it twists my stomach into knots and i lay here, telling myself that i’m someone i’m not. maybe i am? maybe my words are true? i limp to my mirror, my mind answers my questions “that’s you!” it yells this 5 times, to each version my eyes create, none are familiar to me, i’m stuck like an inmate. i’m staring into who should be me who is she and why is it loud? my eyes are searching, for a me i can’t see what are the crows still crowing about? my ears are ringing my mind full of doubt these crows are now singing as i lay here lifeless on the ground.