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Upon the Death of a Sister, Brittleness

In my belly a bowl of constriction,  of awakening to inevitable grief In my palm a rest for breath but what is it that brings anger to the market puts knives in our pockets when we cross paths, when death reminds us we are mortal and we scissor up instead of fall to our knees landscape of sharp rocks One's stances are prompted by old film  footage, or for another, softer song of river  naps and stars  to protect her from what is  incoming at night.  The edge of the seat of  unforgiveness is wearing  away. T he grain of the true old wood visible. No splinters but of little  support when holding so tightly  to inextinguishable righteousness. Out of place. Yet default.