Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Flesh bleeds.

Fire sears.

The novice grimaces but holds her tongue

during the initiation.

One of us.  We accept  you.  One of us.

Welcome sister.  Your pain is our pain. Your grief is our grief.  Our strength will be your strength.

You are no longer alone.

4 comments:

  1. are not alone but have to obey?
    great piece

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  2. So much story vividly..searingly..told in a pocket full of words..good to read your work again..as affecting as ever..Jae

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  3. I wonder about the comfort here, sisterhood and solidarity-necessary and beautiful, yet her tongue held while her face falls. Hmm...

    Lovely.

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  4. Interesting. The pain is there, but so is, what, hope?

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