Beautiful Sister.

She had beautiful blue eyes and burning red scars. She fought the sun and worshipped the shadows. Her father turned his face from her and she drew hers from God. Nothing felt right but she never spoke at all… I cried for her but she didn’t care. Love that was all there but never sufficient left a sister feeling broken and another misunderstood. I tried to bring emotion into her sea blue eyes but nothing rose… so I step aside feeling defeated. A failed sister just wiping her eyes as the other slipped under another knife. I’m sorry.


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