Her Sister’s Mistakes
This road is long, and punctuated only by road kill.
Joints stiffen with every step towards Siberian winter.
I trespass across tundra, bruised by snow and hail,
Visiting an exile, because I can’t afford the bail.
I helped her steal what she didn’t need,
She framed my mind so treacherously
We used to run until we couldn’t breathe,
But promises keep track of a kleptomaniac.
I went to reclaim the small hours sat waiting on the stairs, never
Knowing which twin to expect; artless apologist or wild-eyed chemist,
Proud of a broken neck.
Lips crack, bleed a smile, but the difference holds my breath.
This Queen has been freeze dried, by her sister’s mistakes.
Glacial vodka in my veins is courage to count the cost.
She filled her court with wolves and clowns and now the throne is lost.