Blood Sister, fixing
Each visit
Never long enough
Terror is
The very thought of you gone
You gone is
My certain, quick demise
Always leaving me, Blood Sister
Next to anything
You are everything; mine
only hope for the sunrise,
swelling my eyes, is your beautiful scent
smelling of nothing
just dust is your signature
only small footsteps is all you leave
footsteps, and me frozen
in fear
of my Blood Sister gone.
1 comment:
Nice. "small footprints is all you leave." very, very, very, nice use of symbolism. The fear of the blood sister gone being repeated throughout is a nice contribution to the realism of the condition you are writing about.
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