to the sister who made it all okay,
i remember the day you came home early in the morning
the sky was still dark with night lights lit up
i remember it was pretty.
mom and dad took a while to go back to bed and your eyes were pink
like bubble gum with a hint of red like licorice.
mom and dad didn’t know i was awake because
they didn’t want me to get a sweet tooth when i became sixteen like you
you didn’t leave your room for a while the next day.
maybe your stomach hurt from the sweets?
or maybe you didn’t want to be tempted to eat more?
you don’t like talking about it now though
maybe cause the cavity still hasn’t been filled?
you laugh at mom when she tells you to stop, laughy taffy maybe?
she tells you now but you say later, i know you like those but only in green apple
didn’t your tummy ache from all the candy and sugar?
i remember you drinking the sugar to the point where you didn’t understand me
you stumbled over your feet like they were blocks of sticky taffy
stumbling over your words like the candy was sour
was it lemon? those always get me too.
mom said i’m not allowed to drink the sugar and neither are you but you do when
she’s not watching, i don’t tattle though.
but one day,
you went to a place with no candy, only fruits and veggies
you didn’t like it at all; nothing was sweet, only healthy foods.
they didn’t let me come in past the red line
no hugs or any affection to show you were still loved.
you didn’t stay for very long though.
when you got home though, there were no sweets in the house anymore
it’s like the dentist told you no to all sweets because the cavity in your
brain was too bad that it took a week to take out.
the candy ate the person you were
the dentist made you take away all the candy
you stopped looking in the mirror because your
smile was different in the camera.
you changed to better yourself, i didn’t get to see you as much
you left for a long time.
you’re still gone, but you haven’t had candy in a while.
just your fruits and veggies because life is like
apples and oranges just as much as it is carrots and peas
because you made it all okay.
love, your baby sister who saw it all
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