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Sisters
Her dull eyes were empty,
The last spark of life,
Had been snubbed out.
She wandered through her daily routine,
Like a zombie.
Her foggy mind set on one thing,
A desperate departure,
From this living hell.
Salty tears left trails on her cheeks,
Like they did every night,
Before she cried herself to sleep.
Her straying gaze followed the ray of moonlight,
To where it glistened on a sharp blade,
Her camping knife.
Memories flooded her mind,
Of happier days.
Her father teaching her how to whittle,
Patience in his eyes.
Her mother craving a wooden cat,
Thier favorite animal.
The day her sister and her,
Tracing thier intials in the tree,
Growing in the backyard,
Sisters forever, they swore.
Her eyes blurred with tears,
As these memories were covered,
Her father's funeral,
Her mother's yelling voice,and slapping hand.
Her sister's suicide.
"Sisters forever," she had whispered,
As she lie dying.
"Yes, sisters," she had agreed.
She picked up the knife,
Pressing the blade on her wrist,
A thin line of blood appearing,
She bit her lip,
As she dragged the blade across her vein.
The sisters shall be together again.
