I think about my cousin,
the girl I never met
because she died too young.

Who were you?
what was your favorite color?
I heard your hair was curly black
and your eyes were ocean blue.

Were you in love?
depressed?
blissful?
what did you like to do?
what did you want to do?
Who would you become?
Who were you,
you whose name has never been said since.
They've all forgotten about you, it seems,
Yet I who've never met you
think about you too often.

I have a million questions for you,
but one reigns over them all,
black haired girl
with blue blue eyes...
I want to ask a dark, twisted question:

What were you thinking when it happened?
Did you scream?
how could you not,
must've hurt like hell,
Did you fight back?
Did you thrash and beg?
what did it feel like to have your body set aflame?
flesh melted away.
what did it feel like?
what did it feel like,
to burn alive
at the hands of your father?