#eldersister
I never had one
The one with a moustache
The one that would pull my hair
The one with buff muscles
The one that would punch an ex
The one with the foul mouth
The one that would call me fat
The one that is cold to touch
The one that I could call a brother
But I never needed one because I had her
The one with long hair
The one that knows how to braid
The one with the superhuman strength
The one that always opens the bottle of jam
The one that is warm to touch
The one that gives the best hugs
The one that I love
The one that I call sister.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
A child is once an adult once they comfort the baby and forget how to sulk,
once they have lost the ability to quit their brain,
once they stop wishing for toys and instead wishing that they felt sane.
By convincing the sheep that they needn’t not weep because the wolves had already been fed,
but what she did not include was that it was by the means of her own arms and legs.
Soothing the child whispering she’d “only be gone a little while”,
and yes,
she has to go live her life.
Preaching to ignore the slurs and every each cruel world,
saying “don’t let it corrupt your pure souls”.
With tears flooding her eyes,
and sorrow in her smile,
sorry that she has to leave them in a nest of thorns.
-Apologies, E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC