i lost my sister in the fire
in the underbrush
roaming the streets of purgatory
she was in a rush
and her voice was raised against the trees
she was never hush
And the only consistency she ever had –
she was a good liar
like segregating family
it would put her higher
she would sit among her broken throne
covered in dust and bone
herself in the mirror she admired

and I don’t know where she’s buried or if she’s in a cup; I guess my family thinks I didn’t love her very much

Copyright © 2024 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

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postscript: I’m sure there’s more about my sister dying… I haven’t really been able to put it into words

i was dying too (this part my family refuses to accept)

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TRINITY MODE ON

“get up Trinity, get up”

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or when Sarah from T3 needed to escape the asylum

-been there, done that tho. they had to change their rules because of me several times.

“i did that”

“i did this”

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be careful. words are spells. this book brings demons. it teaches nihilism.

find the red words. stick to the message of love. they’re trying to ban the Bible

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im interested in the old scripts, the ones hidden from us

stay in the light

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get out of the mold

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i wasn’t able to save my sister

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i have things to contend with

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thanks for the support over on my TikTok – i would like to attempt more spoken word – when I’m not actively dying in this moldy environment

I already need to go outside just to get air I can’t fucking breathe

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