My sister sits on your mantelpiece
in an urn I paid for.
Her ashes are sawdust in my mouth
and her bone meal fertilises
the roses. Fitting.
She always proved that
the bitch could bite
and the cat had claws.
I long for her now.
I want to play at being Eskimos
like we did when we were little.
She rubbed her nose against mine,
unaware of a world of malice.
You stole that away.
Stole everything away.
Stole her away.
your sister sits on my mantelpiece
in an urn you paid for.