My sister said she felt as though she had been *****
although neither of us had been
and yet both of us were

We each manifested it in our own ways
and in the same ways
The PTSD so characteristic of crimes against
those of our kind

She steered the little blue vehicle
while I charted the course
I argued in favor of what we had become

Through our inner battles our need to have built nuclear bunkers
in our hearts
our fine tuned herd instincts and our prey-like reflexes
Stronger I said, Stronger women we have become

Eyes fixed on the road she seethed

"I am a freak in isolation (as a tea kettle she would have boiled over)
I reach out but cannot, do not, will not touch
do not have the knowledge

to kiss?
to kiss another's lips...
I flinch  I shutter, turn away from and flee

The upper air not clear yet
my heart's bunker I do not leave
forced there, forced there by so many years of wear and tear
I Stay in my dragons keep"

as we on the road drive to the dragon lair
My sister steers
and I, baby sister,
in our noble steed of a powered blue;
I guide us there

- To my sister:
Know that this is just a snapshot in time, a photograph that we will later burn.
That we will soon move on and you my sister. You will always be my guiding Sun.