Brain Sister.

Conjoined at the head,
The flower-haired girl sees it all.
Put to the test,
A far distance will be produced between the sisters
Yet,
Nothing will phase them.

Turn me

Locks of hair brush upon arms

Tickles form as spiders dance across pale surfaces

How I wish those ringlets were yours.

red eyed devil

what's the need for anger

just a small glass of spilt milk,

makes you fall out of your own mind.

eyes turning red

face wrinkles beyond imagination 

unwanted company hidden behind lies and excuses

admit your feelings,

the only person upset by this situation.