Angels on high

My blood boils

A mother

will not

strike her cub,

but a man.

My heart leaps

Ants

speak soundlessly

work alongside one another,

but my Sister’s lover.

Not another word

I can’t stand

another war story

on the female front,

but 1 in 3.

Young Venus

I remember your flame.

Where is that fire?

What snuffed you out?

A man.

My stomach churns

Another sleepless night

my Sister’s keeper

a stop sign with red lights.

A boy.

I cannot save you

Remember yourself,

young phoenix,

and rise.

Your Sister.