Am I My Sister's Keeper?

‘I love you.’ Mouths smack at me as their succinct words stumble over the tone.

The tone plays dead while their syllables tether for me.

Those words seek to sink barbs and leech my life out to the speaker.

I dart away in leaps and barrels to escape these lovers.

They don’t love me, they want to possess me.

I am too swift for orator chains.

My mind always flutters to create chapters throughout conscious dreaming,

So I know these lovers lie.

They can’t catch me as we venture through time and matter.

They can’t catch me, so they throw stones and knives.

They even shoot their guns until I can’t run anymore.

I know these lovers lie, but I can’t shake these binds.

‘I love you, too.’

December 2012

Nolan Adair. Sometimes I wonder if he kept his birth right name, if it would have changed anything between us. The answer changes every time I think too hard on it. Today, I feel it would have. Although Nolan joined the Heartless Felons gang first, something changed when he accepted the title Raith. He never talked to me about his official initiation task; he refused to. I always wondered at that because Raith always bragged about his crimes. Still, that's the day he sold his soul to the devil.