My sister chose to kill people, guys, mostly. She used to be a good girl, till a dark cloud grew inside her heart.
Love never met her nature.
We avoided her in the house.
An alien from a different world.
My sister was connected to me merely through genes.
In the backyard, her lovers grew dark roses and wild poisonous herbs.
She broke them, her wind passed heavy for years and years.
That morning she appeared with the smile of a lover, her skin whitened, and her heavy wind departed forever.
I embraced her for the first time.
My sister is back from the dark side.
Who took her there?

Artwork by Dottie Gleason