The death of the sisters
You lied there.
Your gaze: ripped silk.
Your hands defeated for the last time,
Your mouth: a wound where your soul escaped.
Sister, I kissed it.
Its softness scarred my lips.
You lied there.
Your gaze: ripped silk.
Your hands defeated for the last time,
Your mouth: a wound where your soul escaped.
Sister, I kissed it.
Its softness scarred my lips.