NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Four

Wash

Allergies
attack all
aphids with
out allegory,

Sister cries
for visit
cleaning
of room

begs to be
bedbound
with clear
breaths

no more
coughs
she cannot
cover.

PCA's put
pace daily
uplifts on
her Facebook.

Wipe walls
find ashen
holy sigils
behind frames.

Mom says
maybe its
warding off
demons.

Must not
work any
more to
remit rub off.

Mom again
pleads me
visit church
for thank yous

every week
salvation with
Meme lasts
less than milk

Upkeep
as eucharist
no sleep till
Monday a.m.

Death only
seventh day
never left
alone before.