I’ve tried to squeeze out medicine from the tree’s
branches but it seems to know that all I do is
use it. The way my last three words to you were–
branches but it seems to know that all I do is
use it. The way my last three words to you were–
-I need you. Look how the tables have turned//
shaken after he stormed out of the house,
trembling albeit his own hollers, drowning in
delusion. Sister, have you summoned me into your
dreams just because you need me? I hope on hope without
much hope that our bond is beyond mortal blood–
The tree knows I need its bearings, but won’t give
in. But you’ve withheld much more, too much to withhold
from your own family. I’m only a girl barely living
in. But you’ve withheld much more, too much to withhold
from your own family. I’m only a girl barely living
by the seaside. Every castle I’ve built gets washed away, to
the point I made one in my head. This one, where lone-
liness feasts on my lungs like sheet-like seaweeds–
the point I made one in my head. This one, where lone-
liness feasts on my lungs like sheet-like seaweeds–
If they were, you wouldn’t be alive past two
minutes. Hey, what time have you been sleeping?
The bags under your eyes pool like–
the waves doing that crescendo thing again? Sister,
look! The walls are closing in, water stubbornly pushing
inward. I can’t feel my lungs & it’s pulling me into sleep–
look! The walls are closing in, water stubbornly pushing
inward. I can’t feel my lungs & it’s pulling me into sleep–
Silly girl, why do you never think of rest among other things
you need; why is his health more important than your
health if you’ve conceded that you’re both goners?
Yes, I know this is a late-life
crisis for the both of us because he’s spitting out the
blood of an old man & as for me, I know I’m a–
crisis for the both of us because he’s spitting out the
blood of an old man & as for me, I know I’m a–
Young lady, listen before you speak with your head
raised like lambs bleating, in search for a shepherd.
You don’t need one, all this surviving is your doing.
Know: the tree won’t help you if you can’t reach the top &
pluck its fruits off. So stop rebuilding dead castles with a built-
in dead sister & tell me, why are you so afraid of climbing?
Why, you wonder? Watch the waves pulsing stronger
than my own pulse. It’s terrifying. I’m afraid I will drown
before getting what I want from the tree, & I
than my own pulse. It’s terrifying. I’m afraid I will drown
before getting what I want from the tree, & I
want everything I can’t reach. Answer this: Why do you
keep answering a question with a question? I–hey, please
don’t be like this castle. Where are you, oh–
keep answering a question with a question? I–hey, please
don’t be like this castle. Where are you, oh–
Please don’t crumble with it, caving
into the waters.
into the waters.
