[Laika]: 661.Poetry.Crime of Passion.V

sister is asleep
I take my night gown and sneak, like a ghost into my chamber
              we didn't sleep at nights when we were kids
              sister showed me the forgotten rooms
              the sealed tower

the candle lights - it is not my hand
my skin doesn't turn to glass, my voice doesn't travel
across the room through the door
     father walks at night, I know, I've seen
     footprints in the dust, kissmarks
       on the forehead of the covered portrait
in the next room sister is asleep
strokes her elbow with her nail
     I hear the scratching
       how the stone that's seen it all breathes