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.
are not alone but have to obey?
ReplyDeletegreat piece
So much story vividly..searingly..told in a pocket full of words..good to read your work again..as affecting as ever..Jae
ReplyDeleteI wonder about the comfort here, sisterhood and solidarity-necessary and beautiful, yet her tongue held while her face falls. Hmm...
ReplyDeleteLovely.
Interesting. The pain is there, but so is, what, hope?
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