felt
like a hawk
plummetting
through the darker emotions
earlier todau

swore to myself
i would leave them
to rot
with the other fetid corpses
littering the ground

but depression
is like a tortoise
trundling
across an empty field
sometimes

before you know it
you’ve got it
in your talons
and the damned thing
looks so inviting

so you soar high
drop it
on it’s shell
the soft meat inside
tastes best