Happy, happy sister
You call out to me
2 a.m and still awake
"Look at the stars,
No, not stars, see
They move! Not stars
Aliens Amber! Look
Amber! Get over here
And look, look at the
Aliens with me!"
I don't go.
Happy, happy sister.
I stay sleeping
She barges in
Happy or angry
An angry-happy, a
Balancing act
Of the two.
Happy, happy sister
Is it so wrong?
An edge, itch
To her skin
Hands that shake
In anticipation
Is it so wrong?
Thighs the size
Of her wrist, wabble
Underneath the weight.
Is it so wrong?
Her face a shattered
Version of the sister
I once knew,
I see the anger
In her eyes and
Through her mouth.
I see her happiness
Her addiction through
The holes she's picked
Out. fingernails with
Blood and skin still
Inside.
She doesn't sleep
She just looks to the sky
All night
Is it so wrong
If It upsets me,
Scares me?
Happy, happy sister.
Never more happy
Than in death.
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Thoughts and Promises
NouvellesA collection of my own short stories and essays. A personal dive into mental health, childhood memories, and everything in between as I grow.
