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sometimes i’m asked
about my siblings.
i don’t mention you.
at all.

in that moment,
i’m already lying —
not naming you
with those still living
because the memory
will always sting raw.

it feels like erasing you.
but you don’t exist.
not in the world
they know.
i don’t speak your name
or what i hold back,
in those unsaid words.

i don’t need their sorrys,
their tilted heads,
want to unwrap
the sudden,
the young,
the different.

i do have siblings.
i have a few.

it’s easier this way.

i could talk about you,
attila.
but you’re stitched
into the past,
like an old photo
that the living
don’t get to touch.

it's easier this way.

to carry your presence,
in the sleeve of my heart,
so you never fade.
this one is about my brother, attila.
Lili and I disliked each other growing up.
But with age, we learned the act of being patient, of feeling heard, seen and learning how to love and trust one another.
And quite frankly I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It taught me the value of working for a relationship with someone you hold so dearly.
It taught me the importance of,
“If one wanted to, one would.”

The thought…no, even the idea of losing my sister kills me.
Because when the time comes where our parents will pass, it’ll just be Lili & Karla.

She’s the only I’ll have.
The only living proof of my childhood,
the only living proof I had a loving family.

I cannot bear the loneliness that may arrive one day.
I must have her with me, to accompany me through this lifetime.
It’s us until the end of our lives.

For when the sun awakens, and when the sun sets.
For when the moon rises and falls again and again.

My heart longs for us to be together until the end of time.
But I know such things are not promised.
A soul can only wish.

So with each passing day.  
my heart quietly breaks, preparing itself for that treacherous moment.

She is my cherry flats.
The ones I treasured so dearly as a child.
She knew how much I loved those shoes.
And just like those flats, I truly do love you Lila.
From me to you.
my brother the other day,
as if he didn't know,
asked me my age.

i was puzzled,
but fair –
he’d lead me somewhere.

“i’m twenty-three.”

his reply like a slap:
“aren’t you ashamed?”

for a second,
i wondered
if he knew something
i didn’t.
guilt bloomed in my veins.

then he repeated,
“twenty-three.
and you still haven’t
finished your book.”

ten years on,
he’ll find a parcel
on his doorstep.
with a note, tucked
inside the page:

“i'm sorry
it took so long.
some stories need
a decade in the dark
before they finally
find their shape.”
this one is about my brother, who always knew i’d get there eventually.
August 5, 2025
Zywa Aug 1
Once again we walk

by the sea, as yet looking --


so expectantly.
Poem "Ik loop weer naast je" ("I walk beside you again", 1994, Frida Vogels), published in "De harde kern 3" ("The *******", part III [Ennio and Kees]) and in "Dagboek 1958-1959" ("Diary 1958-1959", 2006) - May 19th, 1958, Luxemburg (about the beach walk with Kees near Bergen on May 17th, 1958)

Collection "Trench Walking"
stillhuman Jul 30
Your shadow and mine
are one and the same

They fill up with shame

We swallow the tears
of our once young years

so we don't meet eyes
afraid of what we'd find

but my body still aches
with every pain you take
maybe that's why our souls connect this way
alex Jul 25
Eight years experience,
I’ll have you know,
Been working since seven
Kinda tired of it now.
No rest for the wicked,
so I’ve been told.
“Choose, him or me girls?”
“You evil *****”
“Leave, before I call the police”
“Get out the way”
“You can take the kids with you”
He doesn’t want us.
Please, girls
Daddy doesn’t want to do this.
I can smell the lies,
they flow like water now.
She looks at me,
make him leave,
don’t worry mama,
I will.
But then I look to my right
my sisters eyes
full of unshed tears.
No, I look away,
it’s my job.
alex Jul 22
Y’know,
the world is flying
right past you now
the water is dark and thrashing
approaching quickly
to flood your lungs
but not before
time floods your mind
with everything
you’re about to lose.

Never again, will you
elbow her in the backseat
dying of laughter
over something
no one else would get
Never see her cap and gown
and smile awkwardly
for a quick family pic
Never hold shaking hands
down the aisle.
The only church you’ll share now—
she’ll be in black,
you’ll be in a box.

Never again, will you feel
the leash tug
after some sly squirrel
Never again hear
a sudden bark
break a silent morning
and never again be greeted
by kisses and tail wags —
not now.
Instead he’ll sit
wondering where you went,
when you’re coming back

Never again, will you
love till your heart hurts
laugh till your ribs ache
cry till your throat’s sore
lie awake contemplating life
feel the familiar burn of the sun.
scream to the sky
just because
Never, experience
the extraordinary mess
that we call life —
ever again

And even if you wanted to—
even if you begged—
it’s too late now.
you’re already
going down.
Rubyredheart Jul 10
Gege thinks he’s so clever
Whispering mischief in Didi’s smaller ear
As if Mother watching
never was a little sis
nor sat, a child, at her father’s knee
hearing each fascinating story
of how his older brother
stirred the ***…
Originally Published 29th Apr 2022
Sadly, he got away with one precipitating an apology text to a neighbor.
Jamie Jul 4
I'm terrified
of finding you dead
by your own small hands.
Though your hands are
almost as big as mine
I fear
the genetic curses
I have been battling
will hit you
and we wont know
until its too late
I'm scared to lose you
even though you are
fine
about my little sister, its hard to tell mental illness apart from being a teenage girl.
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