You Are My Sister

January 6, 2010 at 10:55 pm (Bodies, Children, Female) (, , )

To put her to sleep: lay her down, her eyes will close (or more accurately, roll). Feel the thick plastic of lashes on your fingertips
just for a moment
then push.
There will be a barely audible click that rattles your bones up to the shoulder.

Cindy had breasts that were smaller than a certain Barbara’s. Her hair was short, she could bend at the knees and elbows, her legs could open. Sometimes I would take off her trainers and baggy t shirt. Sometimes I would pull her red trousers crumpled at her ankles and make her shout “Help me, help me!”

It was all very coy. We barely knew each other, really.

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