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.
2 comments:
Wow... don't want to break the spell with too many words. But, wow.
I'll second that: wow.
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