The Silent Sister Poem by david gerardino

The Silent Sister



her words were rusty,
her life standing behind
old, there was artficial
chatter coming from out
side, and a dancing light,
my room.

HER hands break these locks,
her legs push and push,, until
they find forward.
her eyes open, then close, then
settle in this bipoler storm.

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