A love spell to those I call Sis's image
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A love spell to those I call Sis

Alyesha WiseAlyesha Wise June 16, 2020
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I reserve this name for the one I wish to find

when the lights go dim.

If I call you, Sis, I too

have been the only of us in a crowded room.

I, too, have learned

We are the reason the room is full–

that there are vultures feeding off our bodies, here

and everyone sees our wide, wailing mouths

but nobody hears our screams.

I see you, Sis

your smile, a practice.

I know what becomes of us, chewed up,

when we cover up the decay in Keep going.

I offer you this oil,

my words,

this calming for your body.

It is a prayer that saved me from a bathtub once

I escaped on a faint Amen.

May any blood of yours in the carpet,

tears in sheets      drown the bitch that hurt you.

And I will uplift

away from the love once a love, the relationship mangled, the silent

mornings when the mirror does not want your name.

Speak it anyway.

Learn the magic of your mouth,

how it will begin to curve in mysterious ways,

bend the broken into a blessing

on a night when the moon watches with it’s whole smile

and every candle is lit.

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