Rose bushes line the yard, ready for the slaughter.

Their roses torn in two,

A malignant growth, and an empty space in my room.

The doctor says she found bones on my hip.

Who else could it be but you?

In late autumn, I absorbed the nutrients from you

Made your ribcage my bones, and took the beat from your heart.

The day we were born, I took a breath of air, but came out alone.

So I screamed and screamed, but you would not appear.

Did they know that you were in me? Or have you disappeared?

I have consumed you, the other part of me.

The womb made empty, the child is formed,

But the world offers nothing to the twin unborn.

No bunk beds, no sharing toys.

but always a reminder that you left me in dark

I have consumed you, your voice in my head

I heard you say something about the flower, yesterday.

So I have decided to listen this time,

and sleep forever on a bed of roses, torn in two.