day 7: albino princess

You seemed normal at first

At birth

Until I realized

I’ve never seen someone as transparent as you

White

I’d call you albino

But you’ve got eyes too blue to ever be imagined red

I don’t understand you

If

There were some sort of

Crazy anorexic blinding cartoon super hero

She’d probably be you

But she’d have to be beautiful

I miss you

I called you the white gazelle

But only in the back of my mind

To afraid to admit your beauty

Far too skinny to be a sheep and too fair to be black

You danced across kitchen floors during thanksgiving dinners

I wonder

Have you ever looked at your skin and saw sparkles

Like a Mormon women’s description of vampires

Beautiful beyond imagination and far too masochistic

Have you Ever stared at your wrists to see more than canvases

Seen beyond the plunging ability of fingertips

Genny

Have you ever lived the life outside of your surreal autobiographical comic book strips

Ever forced yourself to see how many people around you love you

Instead of writing your own destruction

I suppose

Sometimes the hero doesn’t live

Genny

You are odd

But only in the way I can’t understand you

And

We are blood

First cousins since birth 8 months apart

I feel a longing to protect you

Turn your life into something to enjoy instead of endure

But im not interesting enough to turn into a drawing

Not strong enough to have readers follow my stories

I am normal

In every horrible way one could be

Mediocre

But you

You are different

The reason for your own self-destruction

Never fit in to our family properly

Your pieces were too complex

You were amazing

But cursed with mirrors that never did you justice

They say vampires don’t have reflections

And I wonder

Is that why you never saw yourself the way the rest of us did

A princess.