SISTERS

Feel I’ve been
castrated by
Heaven.

Sex is Dead to me
as are you.
But the Dead and I

eye to eye.

All I want, all I need

Sisters to meet,
mend our grief.
Cry watching movies
compare scars caused
by the ignorant.

Cry about love,
tears from above.
Not ever physical

The world must quarantine itself from




me.

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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