(no subject)
My little sister's name is Sorrow.
And so she was named by my father-
who-
after losing his wife in Sorrows birth,
could find nothing
(but his youngest daughter)
to fill him.
In her presence,
lonely gangrene fills our home
and is worsened by her
tearful humidity.
Sadness cuts,
leaving open wounds
in which her grace sets-
and she spreads from limb to limb,
with the speed
of a choking sob.
I am debilitated by her caress-
Sister Sorrow's
soft and isolating
incest,
Her saline strokes me like
rain
running down a window.
She is patient
and gentle with her deceptive,
black endeavors.
my sister is Sorrow,
and she would never
stain herself with haste.
Rather,
she waits for me to
cocoon in a grin-
where
(in such suitable, warm conditions)
her eggs hatch
and her consuming love
commences.
And so she was named by my father-
who-
after losing his wife in Sorrows birth,
could find nothing
(but his youngest daughter)
to fill him.
In her presence,
lonely gangrene fills our home
and is worsened by her
tearful humidity.
Sadness cuts,
leaving open wounds
in which her grace sets-
and she spreads from limb to limb,
with the speed
of a choking sob.
I am debilitated by her caress-
Sister Sorrow's
soft and isolating
incest,
Her saline strokes me like
rain
running down a window.
She is patient
and gentle with her deceptive,
black endeavors.
my sister is Sorrow,
and she would never
stain herself with haste.
Rather,
she waits for me to
cocoon in a grin-
where
(in such suitable, warm conditions)
her eggs hatch
and her consuming love
commences.