If I waved to the stars,
Would they ever wave back?
If only
To put me out of my misery - tenderly,
If only
To shine their light upon me - momentarily.

I want to drown
In a serenity
That allows me
Just to be.

I have a sister
With whom I share
My soul,
Our bond is not
One of blood,
But my heart
Beats with hers.
Her shadows,
They shelter my heart,
And the moon
Sets in her soul,
Her light shines upon me,
A shower of golden hope.

I do not own
A home,
Just these walls
Of flesh and bone,
And these bricks,
Kissed by concrete,
And my soul,
Bare and lone.

The sun sets to you
At eve,
And rises
From freckled skies,
The sunflowers
Turn their heads,
And daffodils
Line your eyes.

Every night she laid
In bruising arms,
Choking – their hold,
Twisting, pushing prodding,
In the company
Of sharp whispers
Tinged with honey,
Breaking skin
To unleash
The quiet drips
Of ruby red.
Rocking sleep,
In their firmness,
A poison untouched,
Unprompted,
She drank,
Lulled unfalteringly,
Into Eternity

In the depths
Of dust and debris,
Where even dandelions
Hide and bury,
Pulsating,
Is a tiny resistance,
And alive,
Is a tiny heartbeat.