When I walk with my sister,
her brassy nose pokes
at the jumbles of space
between today
and yesterday
where growth begins.
Her steady eyes
lurk
Behind violet skin
and sunburned chins
to stop my spirit from
reaching too high.
She
is the ‘Never’
that slaughtered my ‘Perhaps’.
“Sisters” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Twisted Sister” by Brooke Weeber
http://society6.com/bweeber/Twisted-Sister-5HZ_Print
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