Dead Sisters


Two sisters dead,
And a knifes edge,
Unblinking in the cold air,

The secret was out –
Concealed by the gravesite,
Dug up on dawn,
The cemetery a detached place, of brittle bones,

Blood on the leather,
Torn gowns,
And shadow puppets –
Dancing on a screen;
Without sound,

One sister alive, heart-beating light,
Covered in blood,
She wipes it away,
A thousand and one faces, taken to the grave,
She begged them to stay,
Here they lay,
Two sisters of sleep.

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