Letters From Juliet

Letters From Juliet
By: Emily Claire

There's a letter by my sister,
And it lays on the counter floor,
Flirting with the edges,
My fingers grace once more.

My sister has her lights on,
I can see it through the crack in the door,
I can hear the music pulsing,
Inside her mind a war.

My sister's mess is in the bathtub,
The reason has gone unsaid,
She must have been finger painting,
The porcelain is covered in red.

My sister was just sleeping here,
Looking peaceful and no longer sad,
Some white little pills beside her,
And a smile is at her lips, just a little tad.

Juliet's skin is transparent,
The bruises and burns show her marked,
And her frail skeletal body,
Had a soul that has disembarked

The letter from my sister,
Still hangs on my bedroom wall,
I don't read it anymore,
Afraid I may take her fall.