Sisters Fight

Often we shout at each other like freaks.
Just a single sound from you came so shrill piercing the ears.
Words you utter plus another slowly yet painfully burns the inside of me,
Heats my blood to boiling that I shiver.

Overwhelmed with pure anger blocking reason to have its way,
Seeing and believing only yourself, you shouted I'm worst.
Not letting it pass, I frantically had had my own revenge.
This went on and on oblivious of the people nearby.

Come this frenzied fight, never an option is giving in.
Each wants to win, firm in our stance and unwilling to listen.
With kindled whirling wrath, insensitive stones we become,
Yet in the end, nothing but ruined selves we suffer.

Alone by myself after this whimsical war,
Full of exhaustion and regret, I feel so down that I silently cry.
My heart isn't as cold as it appears to be like.
You're still my sister after all.

 

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[peaches]

this is so good