I am the wire
that has frayed over time...

I should have known
that it was the end...

Baby sister
I hope you grow up...

I drink
to rid myself...

I was comfortable
with you...

I got used to
your toxicity...

My little sister
looked at my thighs...

In the past four days
I learned that...

No phones
no pens...

The other night
I wanted to commit suicide...

He ran his hands against my thighs
and asked...

You keep showing up
on my memories...