Painting Catastrophe, My Picture

Picture/Object Poem

Fun day, normal day. Art time at home.
Crystal and I painting, getting along.
She wanted green, I was painting grass.
The fighting started. The colors fly around the room.
Screaming takes a turn for the worse.
Yellow, purple, red, blue and green.
Walls covered from head to toe.

Wresting and squirming on paint colored floor.
Mom walks in, we thought we were dead.
Crystal gets crafty and hides behind me.
The blame game starts now.
“She did it.”
“Noo, she did it.” I’d plea.
My sister gets clever and ends the fighting.
Hugs me, hugs me by the neck.
Just playing, and being cute.

I start to choke and gag.
I cry. No one thinks anything of it. I scream.
“No they are just playing,” someone would say.
Faces, painted like wild people.
Camouflaged with the colors of the rainbow.
Caught red handed, Mom walks back in.
The coward who stands behind me hides.

A photo that forever is burned into my memory.
That moment in time I can replay frontward’s to back.
Till this day Crystal and I argue what really happened.
Unsolved mystery, untold lies and the untold truth.
Three stories total, but mine will always go untold.
I am younger; my imagination is too great to recall the truth.

The time captured in this photo remains a burden on my shoulders.
I want to be right. I wish to be right, but I will never be right.
She was not choking me; she was just hugging me tightly.
Showing her affection towards her baby sister. No longer the baby,
She will continue to hold her lies. Even though her memory is going
Faster then mine. Childhood games, sibling rivalry, cattiness.
Just another story of sister warfare.