Ornithophobia- fear of birds
He bought me love birds. They're cute I suppose and their little song is quaint but I don't think Matthew fully understands. It's not joyful little song birds that haunt my nightmares. How I wish it was that simple. Instead I see them, large black winged birds with dead eyes. First a few sit among trees but soon the few become dozens then hundreds watching.
As I stare up at them I feel it, an overwhelming sense of dread that I haven't felt in over two decades. Each one watching, not making a single sound as a stale wind rattles the brown leaves still hanging desperately from the trees.
I want to run but my legs refuse. Scream but my mouth won't utter a word. All I can do is watch frozen in place.
It's an omen. It's a wicked omen of death. I've seen them before when my land was dying as my people went hungry. Again they came when my land was soaked in radiation. Yet both times they screamed. It was almost deafening as the sea of crows cawed viciously but now.
How I wish they'd do something; anything besides stare at me with those haunting eyes that leave me so cold and dead inside even long after the sun's risen again. I know they'll return once I close my eyes or worse when I look out at one of the many trees outside of my kitchen window.
Lord, why couldn't they be love birds?