The Other SiBLING

Created: 07/21/2008 06:45:36 AM

Volumes of knowledge drip through your fingers
And are quietly funneled back to the old woodshed,
overgrown with weeds and broken out windows,
smelling of aged, water soaked timber

And from there I observe you
With every glare
With every sound
With every head-humming sound and heart-thumping sound
You are mine

And I consume you
With your empty perspective
And digestion is hard,
like the truth of a well worded insult
So, I dredge the pit where the acid is weaker
I hoist up the carcass onto the dry throated deck
The flesh picked clean and with eye sockets empty
I gaze deep and see what I was searching for

The same building blocks, the mortar dissolved
Personality swept away like sediment
And now we can no longer be apart

Like a lost lover, I pull you from your sunken grave
Clutching your brittle ribs
Dragging you off to the darkness
Spitting venom and cursing myself for killing you;
For watching you die,
For making us both suffer...fractured and silent