The
streetlights flicker like candles and I catch a glimpse of your smile. It's
just not the usual kind, the kind I loved growing up to. It's dark and I don't
want to know why, I don't want to know what pleases you now. It's getting
harder and harder for me to think of you as the sister I've bled so much for. I
don't want to think about what's going on in that head of yours, but the thing
is I know you too well, always did. Know the signs, the shift in your voice,
the movement of your eyes. And right now
I almost wish that you were a stranger. A stranger so it wouldn't hurt when I
did it. It wouldn't hurt me so fucking much when I put that knife in your chest
and watch you bleed, with all the disgust I
have for monsters who live. Yeah streetlights are better that white
lights. I don't have to see too much.
