08 time passed

time passed

I sat outside in the summer heat,

munching on fries as I

watched

cars zoom past, seagulls’

swoop around, and listened to

my

sister ramble about our shackles

and relative, momentary

freedom.

I frowned, nodding along, knowing 

it would be short lived like

always.

No matter how much I wanted it,

we only had an hour or so

left.

We were the precious, premature twins.

Weak, little, thin, and oh so, so

precious.

Mother kept us from latter high school.

Cherished girls that Father kept 

locked

up. Our brother’s friends didn’t

know we existed, our own friends faded

away,

and a cage was created to protect us from boys,

the internet, the world, to keep us

safe.

I grounded the fries to mush,

my heart straining as I saw him, this

false

light aglow. I didn’t know then, how

much he’d change my life in the worst

ways.

But I recognized him, his shoulder length

brown hair, silver septum and labret, so

lively.

I had known one of his older brothers from

school and had seen him around, so

enchanting. 

Chewing on a fry slowly, I felt my stomach turn

with butterflies. But like the usual,

uncertain

me, I furrowed my brow at him, frowned,

and kept my eyes away from him,

contemplating

why I felt angry for liking him. And confused.

Drawn and interested, pulled and

scared.

He introduced himself with a little dip of his head.

But beneath his timid quirk, laid a

monster.