Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Sisters














Sisters

What happened there,
out in the shed,
we did not say the name.

Something huddled in the corner
struck blind
by what it'd seen.

Later, she could not kill him,
so she killed the baby deer.
Her dress a tangle of skin and fur,
blood in the snow 
like a map.


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Photographer unknown
Poem completed 2/11/2014

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

First thing that comes to mind is "Ginger Snaps". :)

Willow Cove said...

I love this one...

Rot said...

Beautiful.