Author: chaini PM
a poem about my feelings following my sisters suicide.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 163 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-20-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3093842
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It was strange to see her at first,
my sister lying in the oak box,
her face bare, hands folded
neatly across her chest.
She had worn heavy makeup
since the day she turned fourteen
and to see her without that mask
of color was almost unnerving.
The only shimmer on her face
came from the glue that spilled
from the creases of her closed eyes,
forming lines like the lids
of old dolls eyes we played with
when we were very young—
dolls with strings that
made them talk, and
opened their eyes
when tilted back.
For a moment I wished
She was one of those dolls
and I could reach in and gently
tilt my sister back
to open her eyes and
we could play her life over
as we did when we were children.
Only this time I would place
her on a higher shelf
so she could not be broken
face cracked, twine wrapped
around her fragile neck.