Monday, May 3, 2010

For My Stillborn Sister

What? What? I’m related by blood to a phantom. She ages slowly and bears the bruised knees of childhood.

She opens her mouth and swallows my unanswered questions. Her eyes are bright with reflections of emptiness.

Character from a blank book, she erases what could have been; her absence is my presence. She holds unheard history.


anno said...

Wow... don't want to break the spell with too many words. But, wow.

Betsy said...

I'll second that: wow.