It was the Sunday I can never forget
The secrets that was written and lost
Was brought back in light
Sister and I was just helping grams
The wallpaper must be replaced
But it was covering a hole
One I had no idea was there
The **** hole
And my ******* curiosity
That demanding to be heard
My hand with a mind of it's own
Reach into the darkness
Full of dust and webs
Until a notebook appear in it
Notebook after notebook
Till the pile reach my hip
As a marathon began
Swapping out one with others
The sun fall behind the horizon
When I finish
I can't believe it
What I read
But more importantly
What I saw
My sister eyes once with life
Now with death
Tears of blood running down her cheeks
The smile chilled me to my bones
Now as I became a part of
the island that our family own
I can't but hope the baby
In my sister arms
Won't become like the rest of us
On this island of bones