I loved the way she used to dress.

Buttery white silk Victorian nightgowns and roman slippers

Sliding on some pantyhose and putting on some dark green stilettos

To get out of the house and smoke her cinnamon cigars

At the decrepit cafe on St Jude’s Avenue, all my friends envied me

For having such a beautiful, troubled older sister that made

Giving up on life look so glamorous. Anyway, time has passed

The nightgowns are worn out and covered by flaky bathrobes

She wear them everywhere and looks slightly confused when people

Ask her if she’s lost, but she seems more like witnessing a game whose rules 

She doesn’t understand anymore 

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