You tell her that you're only nine years old as your Pomegranate dress falls to the floor.
You told him to meet you in the bedroom.
You ran away.
In the fourth grade your favourite game was catch the boys and kiss them. Looks like the tables have turned.
He would have known how perfect your breasts were, how soft your skin is, that your lips taste like rootbeer.
He wouldn't have known that you like Orange Pekoe better than Earl Grey, that you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue or that you know 33 ways to describe the colour blue.
You feel underage like your sticky lipgloss. You brush your straw hair from off your porcelain forehead and if you tell her you're maintaining, it's a lie.
Into the tub like toddlers. Shriek and giggle like you're thirteen again. She'll wash your hair if you wash hers. It never lathers the first time. Now you're ninety nine and scared to die.
Upstairs, he's already realized you're not coming and found a couch to pass out on.
Skin wet with dew like morning grass you fly into into the cotton heaven. Talk about stupid girls for a few minutes and then fall asleep happy.
Will tomorrow be better? Tomorrow you'll take a shower instead of a bath. Tomorrow you'll run through Kitsilano pulling stranger's plants out of the ground. Snap a daisy's neck, break a tulip's legs--it's your own version of he loves me he loves me not. You'll cry and phone friends and rack up $300 in roaming charges. But tonight you'll fall asleep in five minutes. Tonight, you'll be alright.
Author notes
For the girl in your life- sisters or best friends- who are your escape. The place you can go when you're in too deep, take a deep breath and just be real, just be yourself. Enjoy.
A contest entry
- Sisters by Corinthians13-4.
338 points, ended July 20, 2007, 27 entries
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this was good it had a really modern feel to it i highlighted this cos i like this this piece is full of this stuff, yeah i liked this
You feel underage like your sticky lip gloss. You brush your straw hair from off your porcelain forehead and if you tell her you're maintaining, it's a lie.
good luck in the contest
john
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Thanks John! The underage line is actually an allusion the name of my friends lip gloss shade which is called underage. My style is very modern and these last few pieces haven't really been revised and could probably be better with some work but this one I'm pretty happy with.
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I liked alot ♥
My favorite part
"He would have known how perfect your breasts were, how soft your skin is, that your lips taste like rootbeer."
I really enjoyed it and i found myself getting lost in it!!! This is a really good write!!! Thumbs up!!!!
~DevinCora
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Thanks for the feedback Devin.
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A unique way of writing, and a unique point of view. Very well done!<3Jes
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Very interesting poem, I enjoyed reading this. Keep up the great work.
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This was really really... well I don't have a word for it yet, maybe I'll make up one... but I totally got where it was coming from. Sisters can hang, they can do whatever forever and it's cool, even if it wouldn't be cool to do it with other people. Sisters just have that unique bond that I don't think anyone in the world fully understands, you just accept it and enjoy life. Good job!
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