I give strength to you in your darkest night. I know the pain, fought back my sorrow. I watched you fall, helped pick your bloodied palms off the ground.
We may not be tied together by blood but I know you as my sister. You are the one who laughed through life sharing with me your secrets.
You mask your bruises with that perfect life; the big house, the fancy car, loving husband. We see you.
This is how it is, and it’s not going to change. The choice is up to you and that is where I lose
I feel black inside, like a pot on the verge of bubbling over.
I am not a puppy for you to train, to be house broken. My hands strain to be useful, to feel the passion they once clung to.
It comes so easily to you, the ability to unwind. So effortless, but when I try my heart does not appear on my sleeve
Golden sunbeams edge into my lips the heat warms my eyes and fills my skin from head to toe.
Lemonade in summer, a dog’s tongue, hiding in my closet, The envelopes on my birthday, the basket in which I hid, The face of a girl I chased, the bellies of the birds chirping their tune in May, Sunset, flowers, my folder, my sister’s fake hair, the wings of a toy, The lips of family … Continue reading Pinks
My feet soar inches above the water, and I plunge deep into its cold, reaching fingers. I am no chicken.