Friday 5 August 2022

Katherine

Don't talk like that she hisses, you always make a fuss, love isn't mailed long distance, powdered lightly she groans, shadows of light catch dust, a fragrance of glacial cold, others seek convergence, she’ll do what she must, through days of pure insistence, she’s betrayed by everyone, doesn’t ask for much, her epiphany not yet done, my fair haired little sister, what have the years brought us, that it's come to this, a parent who fled the home, a pie without a crust, mandolins contain your song, but weeping she dismisses.

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