The Owl

I heard the owl in the darkness
Its eerie cry, screech and hoot
Cutting through the silence
Writing even though it hurts
Cutting through the flesh
Sting into the soul
Pecking away like a fag burn
Smoldering, those dark circles
Distant, burnt, ember edged
Faded and crackled, washed up
Swept away by the owl
Out to the sky and its invisible currents
The pain comes with the nausea
Lifting the arms to write
Hooting in the night
The invisible owl.