Until I reach the grave
The black casket
Or the oddly shaped jar
I will carry all our arguments in my heart
Letting the weight drag my limbs along
Until I am laying stoic
Hands preferably crossed over my chest
Eyes peacefully closed
I will store the memories of your words in my head
To keep looking back on and flipping through
Until satan catches me
With his dark cold hands
Wrapping them around my neck
I will grab the words you try and take back
Hiding them so you can't get a hold
Until air leaves
The confinement of my lungs
Urging my body to stop
I will pick up the broke pieces
Of sisterhood, try to glue them together
XOXO
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Silk Sister Similes
PoesiaA collection of poetry touching subjects of family, self love, and happiness all dedicated to my sibling. Updates Tuesday's and Thursday's.