My Sister
Who else could love me
Save my sister? Who else could stomach
Watching me grow fat and rot from within
Besides my sister, who only ever stares into me with admiration
And dignity. She could spit in my eyes,
Cut out my tongue, shear me clean, and I
Would only think of the smile she bore doing so.
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The last lines are particularly haunting and visceral.