Inanna Whispers to Her Sister Inside My Head
Fifteen years since winter snow wiped
clean world above and left us bricked
below. One quiet breath is all
that's left, and I give it to you.
Three clarion notes of water
fall from bubbles we call eyes. Lies,
memories of streams vaporized
in multiple bright white flashes
of skies rippling gray grim smiles
where clouds and man and air once flew:
Splinters. Only you know my mouth
owns all their souls. A single breath,
this time without his poisonous
radiant rage, his smoke and fire
eyes. New my sisters just for you.















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