'Divorced'
By christy
(for my sister) Upon passing you in town, words lay dead in our throats. Only the darkness round your eyes spoke of nights when you can't find sleep in cruets or little pills, when stillness is disturbing the same way silence sometimes roars, and I smiled secretly at the whisper of my pulse, the coolness of my palms, your wickedness fading behind my eyes, while the guilty echo of a decade still shook your aching skull. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 07:12 AM PST 0 • 10
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"(for my sister)..."