Language/light mature warning.
*thatch
Dearest sister, they have a knife to my back.
The kind with tiger tongue points.
Please, sister, it licks down that line of my spine.
The way one once did yours.
Big sister, those tips are catching at my skin.
Little spears, pull and lax, how I like.
Goddamn it, sister, I didn’t mean it to happen.
It’s not a joke anymore.
They think I’m you, quicktongue sister.
Think I measure up.
Got their sharp kitty running back up, oh hell, sister.
Flaying me, looking for that iron spine I could never have.
