And as for you, my eldest sister.

This short eulogy, is as short lived as the love you’ve ever known.

Bearer of wood, oh how i wish it would all go in flames.
As I pray for your soul to be saved from the fever you bare as hot as fire.

Though your body shivers from your ice cold heart unbearing the succumbness.

I hope your death rids you of the spiked and torched necklace of guilt you swallow and carry.

Both for breaking you and as the poetic punishment for the parts of you that happened to unapt.

I pray your death will finally deaf your screams at the skies as you howl at the luminescent crescent moon.

You, pay the debt of giving up on what you failed to recognize as an arabian oryx.

An animal, that is so rare and about to go extinct, forgetting that power is only resting in love, and love never goes extinct.
It is like you water the tree and conserve water, you conserve an arabian oryx as it now thrives through the desert, living as a suborbinte in the richest city.

As you cry, the tears of hatred of witnessing people happy.

Despite your charades, to curb my personality

I REMAIN TO,

As you see, I am no Arabian oryx either. Look closer.

I am no more than human,

Something you forgot how to be.

Part of my two-part poem, “In time of test, family is best.”

A project to mourn those whom. I once called elder brother and sister. So, I can thrive knowing you’re still alive.

You may enjoy the artistic depiction with imagery for this whole two-part epic poem here. I hope it brings you the release that got me to move on again after losing two limbs and then finding out, simply like your ear lobs, you can do completely fine without them.