SIBILANT SIBLING by Angela O’Connor


SIBILANT SIBLING by Angela O’Connor

Wish wish upon a star; shouldn’t have reckoned

On celestial deliverance this far. She’s here now shaking

My world with her sisterly sounds. Baby’s screeching

And screaming, then seven’s shouting and screaming,

Then seventeen’s sullen silence –no screaming.

 

She slowly saunters into rooms, the venomous gaze

Sizing and despising those surrounding her. Together with

Today’s friends, muffled whispers conspire like busy bees.

Yet she serves no pollination potential, instead her substance

Needs wastes her once strident soul.

 

All that is left is the scraping

Sound of the empty mixing bowl.

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