Catharsis and Epiphany
were walking close, as sisters
do. Catharsis duded up in studs
and latex, looked askance, askew
at dear Epiphany's sheer robe
afloat in wake, diaphanous.
Revealing everything so shy,
like breaking light through
cumulus and leaving just
imagination to itself, with
all shone real. Catharsis
laughed. Epiph looked
up, a smile of "What?"
"Oh I dunno, sis. What's
your deal."
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