napowrimo – Page 5 – Thistle Thoughts

#NaPoWriMo: Day 21

A cherita.

Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.

Nothing protected us then,
& we’re so much more
vulnerable now…

my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix

I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…

One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.

One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts

Some faces stay
with me, like a
mountain view

There were many terms for what happened.

Risen

It really has been tomblike,
quieter during the night
as we wait…