Little Pearl Earring (For my Sissy)

I rest-

nestled inside her velvet lobe.

I hear everything.

Her music.

Her laughter.

Whispered promises


Wicked secrets.


I hear her sobs

in the dead of the night

when she is alone

with her thoughts.

I hear the thoughts that bring

light bulbs filled with



bad ideas.


I hear the voices inside.

Caresses in her mind,

whispers about

razor blades


beautiful scars.

A shining new surface to maime.


I wish she knew that I

cared about her.

I wish she knew that I

loved her.

I wish I could stop her

from sending that

red stuff

down the sink.

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