Sister

Last night I dreamed I dragged your face
In furious rectitude against the jagged ground
Your hair was red like mine
And I ravaged it in bundles
Your wrists were skinny, yours
And I tied them in wire behind your back
Before ending it 

I wish you were still the more beautiful sister
Lithe and solar
Cartwheeling in the yard
Harmonizing with my voice
Hiding in the elm with our books

You’re so wasted now
Your tooth is chipped 
Your eye slants to the left
Like a demoniac
A grim and savage wraith.

The snowflakes are perfectly star-shaped tonight
But you are always sleeping
Now when I have my visions
When my gratitude floods to the edges
You are sometimes there with your tragic face
Hurting worse than anyone I have ever seen

I know you don’t want it
I see your feathered wishes 
Beat feebly against the storm of possessions

Sad that your own darling seems now seems herself a haunt
The annex to your spook house
I need you to survive for her but you will not
In my waking you come to destroy all my hopes for you
And in dreams I go to bludgeon and bury you 

Photograph of young Kate Bush with childhood cat (source)

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