Beside the river of death your past lovers breathe,
Exhaling with the sorrow of such young tragedy.
The lovers inhale bitterness and solemn regrets at your gravesite and beg for your forgiveness.
As you choke upon the silver Danake between your bluish lips,
Charon himself banishes the lovers
From the River Styx
Condemning mourning souls to a century of grief.
But you float on along the current
Disjointed from the mortal world
Free finally from your father,
Free of both his Dr. Jekyll and his Mr. Hyde,
Free from your brother and his unpredictability
No longer ashamed of him,
Not ashamed of your embarrassment
Free from your mother, and her need to control
Escaped her arms in exchange for eternity
There is you:
Trapped by your love,
Bound by the chains of family and eternal love
Kidnapped by death’s premature knock.
Beside the river of death you rejoice in the knowledge that you have all of eternity to protect your sister
For you know she can finally breathe again
And when she does,
You pray
She inhales only soft nostalgia