Divergence of The Twain

I was born in two halves: Red and Gold

Our colors mixed in the wind of our laughter

our tears

our screams

our shared stories

Colors flew when we hurled words at each other

like vocally loaded bullets 

She would tell me

"I'm going to sister divorce you!"

But in the evening

Our secrets floated into each other's ears

Like butterflies

I could stare into her ocean eyes

and see my own soul reflected in them

Our bodies fit together like a puzzle

Like back when the womb shielded us

from the cold touch of time

When our lives began

We lived for each other

But we weren't made for each other

And someday

Life will wield a silver scalpel

And our Siamese heart will be split 

and the arteries that hold the steady stream

of the golden blood of sisterhood

and memories of our childhood will be cauterized:

catching fireflies,

rollerblading,

bunk beds,

family trips,

will flow hot through our veins no more

While she finds herself in novel pursuits

and I find myself in living the novel of my life 

I will have to live without my lionhearted other half

When that time comes, I will sit in my red rose-petaled chair, 

Wishing to float on gilded butterfly wings once more. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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