Vultures

I was hesitant to trust
Because she kept coming back
No matter what I did.

Circling
Checking if I was okay

Sensing she knew a wounded animal when she saw one.

But this has all happened before,

I ignore the beaks and talons

I see faithfulness in the feathers

And just before I feel like myself
Coming back around again,
I’m ripped apart for letting someone in.

But this time, she doesn’t seem so hungry.

But this time, I don’t feel so empty.