myrtle

I have no words. My heart is shattered. I wish I could write something beautiful and poetic but my poetry is gone and all I can see is my beautiful sister. I watched her bleed to death in Mexico and before she died she said my name. We were riding a scooter together when we crashed, she was driving, I was on the back. I was supposed to drive. That was supposed to be me.



She is mine, I need her.