Feathers by Jack CJ Stark

When I asked if he was a doctor, he finished pruning his feathers and said, “Of sorts.” I didn’t ask what he meant by that. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. He said it was the days that were causing my blood to run black. Said I was intolerant to them.

His prescription was an edge. I was to let it run twice a day. Sometimes it runs 4 times a day. Sometimes 10. I let it run until it is red again. Sometimes I get weak. Sometimes it makes me stronger.


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