significantly siphoning Smaller Sister's serenity,
She steps sideways, surprised,
securing sarcastic spite spewed sharply.
She serves Senior Sister some sane semantics,
showcasing superior stealth strikes.
seething, simmering, scorching,
Senior Sister stomps shamefully, sequestering.
slowly, she stops.
she's shedding some snarkiness,
somberly swallowing snideness.
she supposes she should say sorry,
so she seems somewhat sympathetic.
she swears she sees solutions.
she seeks some simple scripts,
skillfully sorting so Smaller Sister sneaks solely snips.
surprisingly, she somehow suppresses support.
she subdues socialization, safety, services.
Smaller Sister seems scared.
She sinks, saddened.
Senior Sister successfully sabotages solitude,
starts silly squabbles, sets slimy standards,
shades shine.
specific stories she shares shape standards.
soon, she stands separately.
Smaller Sister soars, singing songs sweetly.
She stops shrinking.
She starts summoning spiritual support.
She seeks serendipity, searching skyward.
About the Creator
Nova
I'm a 28 year old non-binary person (they/them) with a lot to say and no idea how to get it all out.
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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