Siblings

Shards around us
bewildering
the memory of those days.

Splinters
like spiders on our skin
-we are together
facing our three child's shadows-

The answers are not in the
vault of our chest
-now I'm trapped
in this tormenting iron maiden-

I'll spill my blood
for this

a drop sullies
the spotless casket
with its dreadful
perfection
and it opens it.

I'll drain my bloody
soul
I'll grind my sullied
bones.

Now, please
let me reach
those three siblings

over there.