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:
First thing that comes to mind is "Ginger Snaps". :)
I love this one...
Beautiful.
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