There are vines in the living room
Tulips in the garden
Sunflowers in your brother’s room
And in your own room there is a knife
You use to carve out your art
Your brother’s name
Your deadliest pain
Your brother who cried with you when you
went through your first heartbreak
And bought you flowers when you got
accepted into art school
I promise I’ll always hold your hand my dear sister
I never want you believe you’re in a
chokehold
I promise you your words reach outwards
I see greenery in your soul
Honest and raw
I guess you think your pain is all your own
You don’t know your pain is omnipresent
And then I see you
You pick up your knife again
And I stare agape.
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Aisha Malik is an emerging writer. Her poems have been featured in 3 Moon Publishing and Dream Walking. She hopes to publish a book one day.
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This is part of the Sister Stories series.
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