Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Blood oath

One day she told me, there would be a v-scar
on your palm, like a swallow
it will remind you that there's another
you take the cut for,
in case of good times, your blood tingles
with a rush of cold water
in case of darkness, your ears will ring
twice like the end of destination
but know this, she said-
there will always be the counterparts to your oath
a promise is a promise
you will become sisters,
when the sore bleeds, the scar is imprinted in your palm

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