*a free write on point of veiws in my english class. a bit scattered, didn't think about it much. the last stanza is both the younger and older sister*
Her bed
Is empty
And today, I think I’d find comfort
In body shaped pillows under covers
The least she could have left me
Is a façade.
This morning
I am running
From the nothing that is biting on my heels.
From my mother
Always punishing
The body shaped pillows under covers.
My wet, from tears, bed sheets
Felt more like punches
Than concern.
Remember
When she called me ‘little sister’
Love in her voice,
Only because she felt the need to use my window
As an escape route
But in my innocence,
I would not call her out,
Only take what I could
Get.
Sprinting,
From the memory of saying
‘I love you’
Hoping my little sister
Could believe that in every lie,
There is a hint of truth.
Believe
That she is more
Than an escape route.
My little sister
Is my path to freedom.
And this morning,
I wake with guilt
At the sight of her bedding.
Run with guilt,
At the sight of her sleeping face.
Will sleep tonight,
Wondering,
If I could have done
More.
