Her

My idol, sister, friend,
Her words
clawed at
me,
to no end.

Not harsh at all,
bitter
and numb
to my call.

She apologized twice,
but I refused her
sadistic
advice.

Older in age,
but not a
damn
sage.

No longer what we were
I think
I don’t know
her.

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