By ZoE
Date: 11 June 2000
Blood Sisters
We sat silently in my room with the lights off and sun shining in comforting lopsided rays
through the spaces between the curtains. My screen door propped open with your sneaker,
dust dancing, kicking in the breeze. My hair was bright blonde then. Your eyes were
crystal clear. On the chalky pavement I saw puddles like mirages. You wrapped my arm
in eleven different sheets of toilet paper but glistening red kept peeking it’s way through.
The whole room reeked of summer’s entrance. You walked into the bathroom like a
queen, the dirty wood door shaking closed like a cold in my sinuses, and came out a
victim. I saw lifelines all over your arm. “Ok, ok.” I said crying. “You can stop now.” but
you didn’t, you kept pace with me, blood dripping on the tiles like cranberry juice only
more bitter. We both sat on my bed crying. That Spring we became pink toed bleeding
blood sisters, both scarred, both scared,both twisting around reaching
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