365 Days of Words

Day Sixty-Eight

a stingray is a curious animal,

infamous for their tail, known to sting those around him

when my sister was eleven, she used to want to be a stingray

nobody could hurt me then, she would say

her fair strands of hair in a whirlwind around her face,

and we laughed and nodded,

yes, that would be nice.

by the time my sister was sixteen, she believed the world was out to get her

I used to come downstairs in the night to her rapping her knuckles against the door,

trying to find somebody home.