the sisterhood

 

 

Shannon:                 Staggering, stumbling, wrecked in agony,
Sun:                               All I see is her brother in her eyes,
Claire:                                  Aaron? Why Aaron? My rushed thoughts reveal
Shannon:                 I want to be entombed inside this cave---
Sun:                               Her sad grasping eyes. I ask: Is it fate?
Claire:                                   Blurred bloody words echoing in my ears.
Shannon:                 Like Oepidus' daughter Antigone---
Sun:                               Are we being punished? To which Claire replies
Claire:                                   No one's punishing us. My own rage and fears.
Shannon:                 Far from punishment, one more family grave.
Sun:                               With abrupt contempt. We worry and wait.
Claire:                                    There's no such thing as fate. There's just evil.

 

 

Claire:                      There may as well have been debris inside
Shannon:                        Walt spoke to me from the ocean. Vincent
Sun:                                       The days I spend digging in this garden              
Claire:                      With the messages under water first;
Shannon:                        Saw him. He barked and carried on. Now this
Sun:                                       Divert my mind from digging in the sea
Claire:                      Either way we cant tell who's lived or died;                   
Shannon:                        Bottle. Should we tell Sun? Messages sent
Sun:                                       But they bring me this found bottle. I say
Claire:                      I am right in showing Sun the very worst...
Shannon:                        Should ride the currents and the distances...
Sun:                                       Little. I bury it. Now it's hidden...

 

 

                       
Sun:                        Shall I spend a long season in sorrow
                               If you do not return? Or shall I leap
                              And break my fall with the instant of death?

                           
Claire:                           Although I am holding him, Aaron cries.
                                    He does better in the cradle John made.
                                    We nap in a crowded city of tents.

 

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Shannon:                             Embracing like two who have desired love,       
                                           Sayid and I crumble with passion's weight
                                           To the depths of horizontal drama.

                      
Sun:                      I will drop another seed tomorrow.
                             I will dream of your joining me in sleep.
                             I will draw one more lonely waking breath.

 

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Claire:                         I am craving real sleep, Charlie carries
                                  Aaron across the hot sand---like a nomad!
                                  Crawling? Walking? Talking?---those words make sense...                

                                
Shannon:                            For the briefest moment Sayid leaves me.
                                         Crackling noises. I can no longer wait!

                                         Drenched he stands there...Now I know he's alive!

 

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