To a dead sister (live)

December 21, 2013 Posted by the writer

To the fake (one)

She used. To say
You are fake, it
Becomes. A
She was blessed
With children, and
Then she completely,
Suddenly forgot
The reality of blood.
Where you come from.
Where (youare)(areyou)
Going? Her stagnant
Depiction of pretending,
Like you were raised. We
Do not belong in or from
The same of anything.
I accept how you
A pathetic attempt
Your children improve
And I thank Goddess
To be unrelated
From youth’s poison
I blew you


About the writer

gretchen's brain is preoccupied with words.

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