Sister

SSSSS

Her fingers are tiny,

they barely hold

my finger against hers.

Her face is peaceful,

eyes closed,

lashes soft against

her cheek.

Toes curl

like cowry shells,

precious treasures only

ever found once.

Her breath is

quiet and calm,

it kills all anger,

and leaves only her.

Her fingers are tiny,

they barely hold

Life.

SSSSS

Written in 2004 at age 14.