MadnessA Poem by CourtniReneeHere the madness was divided up equally, and there was nothing leftover for us to have our own lunatic. -House of the SpiritMy sister filled the hole in my chest with a putty, made of spit, feathers, brown edged leaves. She packed it in creases trapping voices slithering through cracks. She pressed her slender fingers against hard edged bone, shaping the stuffing until I was solid again. Now my sister lays under a blanket of washed red dirt and unpicked flowers. Her lifeline hewed into marble. Carving wrinkles into my face I lay over her and listen for her voice. I claw at the clay so carefully enveloping my hollow. Searching for her fingerprint, caught laughter, forgotten word. I empty myself. Curled on dying grass, whispers return. I dream of fire, jasmine, blue eyes washing over sticky lashes. I stuff myself with feathers caught in empty limbs, crushed leaves, and stolen lipstick. Nothing fills me. © 2016 CourtniReneeReviews
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1 Review Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on September 15, 2016 Tags: Sisters, grief, loss, mental illness AuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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