You can be anything-
Without the burden of pain.
You are everything, in being
nothing.
You were something.
You still are-
My sister.
I can forget the pain
And I can say your name

I make art;
Portraits piled
On portraits-
My body covered in paint.
My work hangs on the Walls
And often rests
In the trash.

There is something beautiful
In a picture-
But like beauty
It meets no means,
And will leave me
Trembling
In its
Dust.

I'd feel the floor
Move beneath me
And send the Earth
Into the Sun-
Where it would shatter
And burn.
I would Burn the world

I wish your ashes
Would turn to dust
So I could
Throw them to the Night.
And if you were a star
I'd tie myself
To the moon
Just to be
A little closer
To you.

If waves could wash
Away
My memory of you
I'd sleep in the rivers, and
Drown

These Two Years
Have felt like
An eternity-
With forever wrapped up
In Christmas paper
And shoved
Under the tree

I don't care how
Beaten and Broken
My body may be
I will always
Run up the stairs,
Just to remind myself
I can.