His warm lips are attracted to those of my sister
with her beautiful, fiery hair.
My sister, who happens to be lucky as
to live without much care.
Sister gives up all apprehension
and for once lets her mind become clear.
She deserves this happiness,
a break from the demons she holds dear.
I however stand off to the side,
pulling on the pleats of her thigh-high skirt.
Whispering in a wavering voice
The careful words that are all too curt.
"Do you really want this?"
"Is this causing too much pain?"
"For what if he wants you,
and you just want the gain?"
"The desires are no longer purely carnal
when someone's heart is invested so."
But is it only paranoia
attempting to trick her to go?
It says "leave this place,
this place where you feel beautiful."
Beautiful and safe,
and for once live in a dreamy lull.
My bemused sister lets a tear fall
as the boy kisses her neck.
All the while she hears me,
yet she will not end this ongoing wreck.
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Nikki! You poop! Your blogs are wonderful don't be nervous about posting stuff up!
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I'm pretty sure you don't actually have a sister, so I'm going to spend the next 24 hours wearing myself out thinking of what sort of metaphor a sister could stand for.
ReplyDeleteThis is soooo beautiful. I love the duality you show. And it's really cool how you put in so much detail but still leave so much to the imagination. I can relate to this so much. Very awesome!
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