Friday 25 September 2015

Sisters

Have you seen my hands? Have you looked at them lately? Have you seen how you left them, what you took from them, leaving them completely empty?

And I am like you, sister, I am equal to you: made from the same earth, from the same water, from the same blood and bones and flesh... and still... you don't see me.

I bend my body to grab what fell and between my legs, behind me, there's a mirror where I see a prolific heart. Where is that heart?

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