Sister

My soul,
Will never banish you from my bones.

I loved no one like her. 

She was special from birth. 

She was like a curse.

Medicine and poison 

Intertwined.

I must believe.  

I once believed,

Her dosage would save me.

She hurt me. 

Poison 

me-

Once

Twice

Thrice.  

I closed my eyes 

I would rather go blind

Than feel another knife

She said, 

It was mine to hold. 

Since I was made of gold. 

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