III. And Margo likes lilacs
As a child: Margo braided dandelion chains
into crowns & other royal springtime finery.
Now, she lets lavender petals sprinkle
and tucks a single lilac blossom behind her ear.
There is nothing but today.
Molly's slimming face & figure
do not escape Margo's eye-
She sees it. & Margo has
she pressed her fingertips to Molly's
and spoke as firmly as her touch
"I am your sister. And I am telling
you that you've got to stop."
Molly's features, earnest and bordering
on playful snapped to narrowed eyes and
her mouth became a thin line in 5 seconds flat.
Molly tore herself from Margo's grip;
she ripped herself from her sister's protection.
"You don't know what you're talking about.
You're jealous of me. You always have been."
An exclamation point is needed here,
but Margo's brain has deleted it from her
memory to ease the hurt.
Because Margo was so surprised to see
this angry girl spitting word venom where
Molly used to be
that she let her go.
And now she's too far gone.