She creeps in
through dark hallways
and dank alleys
inhabiting my mind
escape
an Escher
relativism
of
endless
aching
asks
why didn't
I
hear
her raspy sputum
spasms
catch
her covet-covert
cachexia
see
her pallid child
face
touch
her tender long
fingers
where I was warned
not to wake
you
where I was gutted
not to hold
you
I surrender
my sorrow
my sister
an oblation
on the stone table
my love
OctPoWriMo 2022 Day 6
Beautiful and sad.
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