This dying aunt
This last connection to her mother
Bound up together
Tied by a complicated twisted chord
This dying aunt whom everyone loved
Her grandchildren
Her great grandchildren
Perhaps even her children
This dying aunt who most unlovingly loved her
Upon whom her mother heaped human tribute
Stripping the golden soul of her daughter
And burning it to appease her baby sister
This dying aunt cloaked in feigned martyrdom
For always doing the right thing
Smugly watched the sacrifice
Convincing her latent admirers that the sky was red
But the sky fought back hard
With its drenching blue eyes
Though sometimes
Thunderous deep grey green
Crying out its painful yellow tears
Breathing blue again
This dying aunt
Old
Wrinkled
Frail
Now unaware
But perhaps dreaming of
A red sky infused with blue
©kcasady2014
