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Little Child ran to the well

Right before her sister fell.

Down, further and farther.

Down into the ink of oblivion,

The cold, wet hue of obsidion.



Little Child calls down

To the waters below now.

Yet the sister has yet to answer.

Echo,

Echo,

Echo.

Down, so far below.



Little Child hears her tears.

They drop, splash, and disappear.

"Hello? Can you hear?

Answer me, sweet sister, please!"



Little Child grows into adolescent,

And adolescent to woman.

She still sits by the well,

Waiting for her sister's return.



Only in the weak, chalky sunlight

Of a stormy night's transformation to morning

Can she see her.

The white robes rotten and torn,

Her face barely clinging onto the pale bone.



"Why, sister, why?

Why is it that you never reply?"

She weeps, she cries,

But is it any surprise,

That when she sheds a tear,

All it does is

Drop,

Splash,

And disappear?









note: isn't teen angst fun?