My Sister Breaks The Silence Poem by Niculina Oprea

In the attic that’s said to be body and that knows
to cast only shadows
I hear furious blood
rush through my palms.

in a time perfectly fit for revenge
my sister breaks the silence,

she waves a tongue of fire,

I glean the night’s scraps:

I’m a slave,

a blind slave.

my sister breaks the mirrors

they reveal death’s eye in mother’s
womb

and wave a tongue of fire.


translated by
Adam J. Sorkin and Mariana Dan