My brother, I hold a vision of us, drinking the burning liquid, watching the room spiral out of control.
Dancing to a song the other children seemed not to hear, so the myth of our craziness grows.
I always knew we’d have to pay for the simple glory that brought us such happiness.
We tempted the powers too often, until we broke the spell, the rights we claimed weren’t ours.
An omen, black crow screaming, until I was out of sight, as I drudge up to the green hill.
Building your home like towers, to keep everyone out, you now lay in your bed alone, pallid.
Like a ripple in water, time pushes out until it has to stop again, kinks of life causing my belly to ache.
It should be I fighting for my life, trying to make my way out of the belly of the beast, not you.
You were the kind one, now unkind to me, as you turn up your nose at my outstretched hand.
Would you have me scurry back to the city as if our friendship had never been?
Are you protecting yourself from me, or protecting me from something only you foresee?
donetta sifford 4-15-2014 Written for: We Wordle #14 at We Write Poems.