Sisters, unlike.
One rounded, one jagged.
Puzzle pieces never able to click-fit.
Don’t make trouble, I begged,
Never understanding she didn’t.
Her heart broken in shards, impossible to mend.
My wrists cut in bloody despair.
She salved, bandaged my wounds
Before fading from view.
*****
Best wishes to both of you.
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Hi Frank, thank you for reading and commenting. Actually, all my writing is fiction. Sometimes I use first person narrative because I like the immediacy it brings to the story.
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Oh…..Thank goodness I read your reply to Frank and understand that all your writing is fiction. This is a dark dark write and you’ve captured the title so well. The scene you describe…the words you use.
“Shards” to me is always a harsh inconsolable word. Well done.
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I think there is a perception that siblings always cover each other… but sometimes it just doesn’t fit. I think this is the hardest part when everyone expects it should work and it doesn’t..
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Not a word wasted in describing these siblings’ relationship – the love and pain in it.
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Well written quadrille. Thanks for sharing.
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I can relate to part of this fictitious situation. A sister alienated, experiencing our own types of grieving and bumps in life.
You’ve conveyed the pain and disconnect very well.
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Touching and very moving. That ending line is filled with despair.
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