It came disguised.
Cleverly clad in [pink]
Happiness radiating from her soul
Innocence dripping from two
Perfectly proportioned pigtails.
It crept into my soul;
Long nights hollow with the sound of her snoring,
As the rage grew silently inside of me,
Threatening to consume.
It possessed my body:
I broke her toys, smashed them to bits.
Perfect porcelain pigs should not belong to her.
Barbie's, brats, movies, animals, games.
I fought back.
She cries herself to sleep beside me,
Our tears become one.
Two souls torn by the cruel knife of divorce.
I think of her; giggling as she pranced through the halls.
Tutu's and crowns; the essence of femininity.
Has her soul healed like mine?
Beating softly, our hearts will forever be as one.
Goodnight Little Sister.
