We are sisters

Not by blood

More like cousins

But not by blood

Nor by marriage

More than friends

but we weren’t

Two stories

Neither relating in details

But themes are the same for all

Cant stand parents

Think of razors

N sleeping pills

Untouchable lovers

Living in a box

Smaller each day

5

6

9

10

11

7

4

No formula

To food spent

and gone

To unknown visitors

No formula

To who drank all the koolaid

No formula

Things missing from here to there

No formula

To who sleeps where

All in this place to small

Better than a busstop

Where will I sleep tonight

Question thought of as sat in my moms presents

Her invisible tears drenching my clothes

Sad bout the situation

Love lost, and gained

Still share not

Our age

Or that’s what they say

Yet merged together

In on roof

That now houses many

4

5

7

8

11

9

No formula to the madness

I benefit from

I’m indoors

But not my door

‘Cause I no longer have one

Due to a change of mind

Of one, maybe two

But no longer do I know what to do

I hate to eat out of others hands

Of those who didn’t give life to me

I feel I can make it on my own but

That’s not any kind of

Reality