Sisterhood Poem by Niall Lawmile

And there she lies under the woemonger’s needle.

I see the hole in you, the lover’s kiss

not from Da’, nor ‘Ma, from Annie’s wish

And threads new-sewed, the puppet’s dish



Rose in thee thy sorry guide

And embraced thee the starved hide

while ruptured ducts burst unheard

Feigned mimicry to hide the dirge



She hides in plain sight; in Da’s tie

And Ma’s stretch-ed womb

In vegan’s lie, and Grandma’s tomb



Threaded hands and brain unto,

No laugh, no hugs to give to you

Striking ribs now drum the heart,

dull rhythm rent the girl apart


In dwell’st such beat and yield unclaimed

No bone, no nerve, no flesh to blame

Yet also flickered flash of you

drowning in the torrent, blue.