AS WE GOT OLDER, I DIDN'T SEEM TO EXIST EXCEPT IN RELATION TO HER. I WOULD WATCH HER
sleep across the room from me,one long shadow
         LINKING OUR BEDS, AND I WOULD COUNT THE WAYS. POISON SPRINKLED ON HER CEREAL. A WICKED UNDERTOW
OFF THE BEACH. LIGHTENING STRIKE. In the end though, I did not kill my sister.
She did that all by herself
 Or atleast this is what I tell myself
 ~ My Sister's Keeper ♥