What to do
when bandaging your friends wounds
make your own scars ache and burn.

Promises to darn that sock 
were kept even after you left.

Long tear filled nights spent 
weaving closed the holes in the sole

I hope she is able to be completely free from him
in a way I’m still fighting to be from you

Doused the sock in lighter fluid
more than was needed
and watched it burn
the patchwork on the bottom was pink and green 
It was some of my best work

Watching my sister scream out in anguish 
over the lies of a man
my only offerings being a shoulder
and promises of hope
of freedom from pain

I wanted finality 
but I still can’t sleep
scared of your wrath
being expressed by another