Dawn Chorus (Proxies x Reader)

Alternatively Mourning doves never sound sad enough

as they cry in their wing beats. Sunrise sits on their toes

like Apollo and my apology is a scattering of seeds for the earth.

May wildflowers grow in your blood and stain the ground

forever-red. Crack tragedy in brittle beaks. I press my cheek

to the frosty window because I could not see the glass

without my breath making clouds. And you could not

see the glass until your neck was broken to warn me.

I was a spider and you did not eat me, so we shared dew

off my web and named that moment friendship. Call you

shepherd. Call you guide. I carve gravestones into a hundred

thousand pebbles and set one over each discarded feather,

and still I cannot rebuild you from all the mistakes I made.