Curtains

I drink my coffee with heavy cream
like she taught me to love,
Every cup the perfect
cup.
And the art of the whimsically arranged windowsill
is a novelty I picked up
from her many eclectic homes.
We see sunlight in the same way,
Because of the unique darkness
we weathered,
Something only she
can understand with me.
This darkness is the cause
of our separation
despite being our common ground.
The strings between us
are razor wire;
We can follow them
to one another
but never make it
without bleeding fingers.
Once a sister
now a key
to reassembling a perfect portrait
of misery.

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Author: kheprisilvanis

I love my life, my family and our traveling adventure. I hate tweakers and bad parenting.

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