The other sister: Thursday 22/Aug/19
It hurts. Being ignored by you really, really hurts.
You are dark clouds full to bursting with water hovering over a barren desert. I stand in the middle of that endless desert and cry out to you, open my arms wide to you, spill my vulnerability before you, giving you all the forgiveness my whole being possesses, and all I ask is acknowledgment of my existence. You deny me that acknowledgment.
Still, I will continue forgiving you, my other sister, for all the painful words you have said, for all the times you have broken my life, for all the times you have wrenched my soul further even though it has already been twisted beyond my own recognition.
I try to heal your wounds even as you pour bags of salt into mine.
I know you can hear my cries.
You stay there above me to watch me die. But still I forgive you, still I break for you.
Even as your ego only saturates your black acidic cloud all the more and you hold that much more to give away. You ignore me.
And it hurts. It hurts more than anything. It hurts more than dying.
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