My sister
is a signal fire
burning
until she finds
someone to
rescue her
*tell me why
the sky turns red
whenever I touch it*
I watch her
burning out
across the sand,
crackling flames
spitting at me,
then crumpling
into ashes
*tell me why
the sand turns to glass
when I bury my feet*
She disintegrates
into pieces, blowing
past me in the wind --
I could pick her up,
replace the freckles
on her face, but
the only way she knows
is pushing me away
*tell me why
my loved ones scorch
when my hand comes near*
My sister
spreads hostility
like wildfire, turning
my own tongue
into a lick of flame
We trade insults
like red-hot peppers,
the bitterness congealing
on our tongues
*tell me why
you loved me once
only to turn me away*
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
My sister
is a signal fire
burning
until she finds
someone to
rescue her
*tell me why
the sky turns red
whenever I touch it*
I watch her
burning out
across the sand,
crackling flames
spitting at me,
then crumpling
into ashes
*tell me why
the sand turns to glass
when I bury my feet*
She disintegrates
into pieces, blowing
past me in the wind --
I could pick her up,
replace the freckles
on her face, but
the only way she knows
is pushing me away
*tell me why
my loved ones scorch
when my hand comes near*
My sister
spreads hostility
like wildfire, turning
my own tongue
into a lick of flame
We trade insults
like red-hot peppers,
the bitterness congealing
on our tongues
*tell me why
you loved me once
only to turn me away*
Partially inspired by one of my favorite poems ever: "Ophidion", by the lovely Gabriella Vogt, which you can find on this site.
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