her iris leaked its blue
out the socket
and onto the concrete

dandelions round them
but not one
could wish away
the girls tear

She longed for his lips
instead the only thing she kissed
was her seventh cigarette

Cry out her name
speak to her soul
scream for forgiveness
only the strongest cries
can surpass this barrier
between us and the soil
of the graveyard

my sister was like a music box,
gentle and pristine
I made her rugged
her walk and her talks

I opened my skin
exposing my mind
and I fear her gears cannot be rewind

her perfect clockwork now intertwined
with coils of my past

I have failed as eldest
it should not be her burden
to carry trauma I've amassed

we are waves clashing,
to a pinnacle
from which we either fall into each other,
or
veer away.

and we both know,
what I want.