Her Secret Safe

Not quite 1,000 miles
A sister
Who would take the blood
From my Veins
Another girl
Breathes There
I would gladly cut them open
To sustain

And still
No one knows
The secret
The blood-knuckled

Put it away
Keep it hidden
Not even she
Nor she
Can know this

Who would blacken
Her brow
With This?
This dark desire
To stop

That beating heart


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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