I sit watching my own flesh and blood
with her burned straight hair, and foot long skirt
slip out of my car into the foreboding house, void of any light,
the broken lamplight on the corner making it so.
I happen to glance upon a piece of dark blue glass,
beautiful, until I realize it will now be filled with ice
and tainted by smoke, making a black film on the clear surface.
The hell burning flame, protruding out of a small device lights the god-forsaken
weed and secrets its poisonous litter from bowl to bowels of this strange glass beast.
The world is new with overemphasized senses, but where, in this new world, is my sister?