Purple marks, purple bruises on her being
Every time I left home for school
Arguments, loud whispers, silent noises
Horrible names flying across our heads
Like a missile; at one known target
A time when two siblings are lost
to the irresistibly beautiful claws of death
Siblings you never got to see
No paper for food
not even one meal made from the cheapest food items
A moment without peace
Rumors about his other woman
Rumors about his other children
Like bees drawn to the sweet smiling flowers
just wouldn't disappear
What about his other her
Or is it the same her
The one who he sent to medical school in England
Threats of divorce,
Sibling rivalry,
Innnocent incest
but the one i remember most is
The purple bruises on her being
The bruises that though are not there physically
but everytime I hear her voice or see her, they are there.
Hunting me.
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