I am a dying sister #3

Too many words to say, and yet, I say them.

I waste your time, your strength, your tears.

I am laying next to you, mom

And I watch your lips quivering

Yet, I am talking.

Yet, I am hurting.

I have nothing left but you, mom!

And I will never share your pain

Yes, you are his mother.

Yes, he is my brother.

Please, tell me, mom

Is that the death we smell?

There, were life,

Here, a dying sister.


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