Weep No More Sister

The doors bolt open in the dark night,
I don't want to do this,
I know I will fall.
But I have to do it.
My sister's gaze depicts self pity,
Her skin dry as sand.
She scratches herself like a measles - infected kid,
Her acne filled face not deserving a second glance.
And as I shy away from her eyes,
I feel her pain,
My bones cringe,
My fists clench.
But she'll weep no more.

Its been two months now,
Since she came back to this place we call home.
Back from the chains she called marriage.
Her husband threw her out,
Called her a woman of the streets,
A child of the dogs.
Her breathe smells of garlic,
Her clothes something more than rags.
I want to say its demeaning,
But she is my sister.
The blood in me is identical to that in her.

As I silently creep into the house,
I touch my belt,
Everything is fine.
My thirst is now overwhelming,
like a torch that is Fleming.
I do not feel the guilt any more,
I want satisfaction.
And as the clock ticks towards midnight,
I brace myself for a battle I so much want to win.

Pin drop silence,
Target deep asleep.
What greater serenity could I ask for??
Arms wrapped around a woman I already hate.
Two steps and my anger gets the better of me,
The dirk tears down through his throat down to his chest.
He gasps for air,
Legs full of kicks in the air.
A smirk forms at the edges of my mouth,
and as blood smudges on my arms,
I want to jump in jubilation.

It's been a year now,
Behind the bars is the place I now call home.
The judge was a woman,
She felt my sister's pain,
but couldn't go against the law.
So I will be here until heaven beckons,
a heaven that seems so nigh now.
My sister often visits,
I told her to let go of me.
And because somehow I managed to smuggle a dagger here,
Maybe its the last she'll see of me.
Weep no more sister.