Silk Sister Similes

To the Grave

Until I reach the grave

The black casket

Or the oddly shaped jar

I will carry all our arguments in my heart

Letting the weight drag my limbs along

Until I am laying stoic

Hands preferably crossed over my chest

Eyes peacefully closed

I will store the memories of your words in my head

To keep looking back on and flipping through

Until satan catches me

With his dark cold hands

Wrapping them around my neck

I will grab the words you try and take back

Hiding them so you can't get a hold

Until air leaves

The confinement of my lungs

Urging my body to stop

I will pick up the broke pieces

Of sisterhood, try to glue them together

XOXO