Sisterhood is a different connection unto itself.

She is torn from my own soul,
As my cells breathe and multiply, so do hers.

Her presence comforts my bones,
And if she bleeds, I'd cut myself to join in her sorrow.

We are the wind and the leaves,
the sun and the clouds,
and the stars with the moon at night.

A two for one package deal,
Hand in hand staring into the abyss with only the fire on our backs and hair whipping in a frenzy.

If she jumps, so will I.

I will follow her into the dark,
And drag us bloodied through the other side.

The ends of the Earth and sky above are no limit to me.

© Amelia Tuson