Sister Stones

We were squeezed out of the same dark soil,

birthed in flowerless conditions, beneath frost

of winter’s first regrets and heartless mistakes.

You were never told stories

about fairies that lay their own

in the beds of stolen children.

We were shaded by very different trees,

guarded by opposing fruits filled juiceless

by the drone of greedy guilt ridden bees.

I was brimming with tales

of how dragons spoke in tongues

and unicorns tumbled out the sea.

We struggled out of the same rosy garden,

aching to not bleed on the newly risen grass

that flourished with another’s misfortune.

You were watered down with heavy lies

about a grandmother swallowed

by a girl in red dressed as a sheep.

We knew nothing of the world outside

the gates of Eden and Hell where the sun

shadowed the sallow place we called home.

I scattered truths along the crevice

we crawled out of, estranged and perfect;

I shattered innocence along the way.