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Denial
Hillary Milbauer
These hands, the soft delicate nature they possess.
These eyes, green as an emerald.
This hair, so long, blonde and flowing.
I see nothing but her.
This is where it stops.
I will not be her.
I will not be her quilt
made by narcissism.
Stitching her every feature upon me
precisely as her own.
The light radiating off the sheer's edge
slicing through every strand.
The dye takes hold of the light
Becoming dark,
overpowering my innocence.
Soaking in my skin,
Taking over.
My sister Hillary’s eyes
gleaming with tears
carefully tucked away
so I can’t see her heart break.
As the days continuously go by
My anger collapsing my lungs
Keeping my thoughts from
becoming real words.
The years passing by
with more silence.
Alone in my pride,
She is still my only ally
My person.
She disagrees with the stance I have chosen.
The life I live.
Completely cut off
from the family
I no longer call my own.
Though the tension grows between us
A thick cloud of smoke forms
With the question;
When will this silence break
through the smog I have solely created.
