Lightbulb

by paperdoll   Apr 11, 2005


The short
sharp
shock
makes her cry,
tears flickering down her face
from the lightning storms behind her eyes,
as she trembles with electric energy.

her paper-thin
prayers of glass
keep her warm, when they glow
like fireflies in the gloom,
but the worry hums above my brow,
a smirking static buzz left to remind
that I cannot save her
from a too-sharp world.

today I try
to clamber inside her aura,
making alterations,
repair works to the damage.
my heart snags on the switchboard.

soothing the sparks of indignant pain,
sometimes I cannot help but wonder if my little sister
will ever short-circuit her soul.

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