She cries.
why
i don't know
why
a terrible sister.
My Baby.

Her little earths;
sky blues, criss-crossed like what is
a lime electric bolt
darting, swimming
round a black hole
dilated in the dark
as she weeps
they become inflamed little earths
floating in the lava of her distress.

passion of
sadness anger happiness guilt
i do not know.
her soft white cheeks
now puffed and flushed

she breathes heavily
disguises her body's cries for help
wiping her button nose.
now wet.
her own winter.
she weeps i don't know why

i ask
i make jokes about mutual dislikes

she smiles;
she slips her fair lips
into a bended shape
lets her eyebrows drop down when she thinks i wont look
her beautiful blues watering with her gloss
release one last drop of her ocean

a whole tsunami to me.

she weeps.
my throat chokes up
i love her
she cannot be sad
i love her.
My Baby
sister.
i love her.
im a terrible protector.
i love her i must
protect her.