Untangling complex mind tricks and games,

A loving hand to hold when you feel untamed,

You think about the divide;

An innocent evil,

The petrichor on a Monday afternoon.

 

A true labyrinth,

A deep concentrate of love,

How can the relationship between friends be so sinister,

Yet be underpinned by such lyrical jubilation?

The sound of our laughter – euphonious.

Our power to harm – surreptitious.

 

Relief arrives after hours of reflection and longing,

A bond between women that is bound by thick, strengthening ropes. 

Jealousy accompanies visions of her with another.

But, every relationship is lasting; 

Metaphorical sister, metaphorical mother.

 

Through the caves we navigate,

To a place so familiar and chilling.

It makes us light and dizzy.

And just like lasting threads and the witchcraft of girlhood,

It keeps us together.