The Death of Phyllis Wheatley – Sam Casey

When I see them, I consume them
They become part of me
I learn not to hate- so I covet
They- she- is my little sister
That I love so dearly
So tenderly
So physically
I feel her face in my face
Her hands in my hands
Her breast in my breast

She says she hates me
Her hands try to rip out of my hands
I cling on harder, pull her closer
She starts to shout but I plead with her
I speak with her
I drown her
She is silent now, resting in myself
Darkness consumes my mind
But physically, I am still light
Sam Casey

Sam Casey is a college student in Maryland.