Knives and Blankets

My sister sleeps like a coffin

And I see, she's covered

Maybe......perhaps.....with grief?

I've often wondered; what she does?

Does she sleep or does she snooze......

I've also been mesmerized;

Mesmerized, by her sleeping pattern

She doesn't move till it's 2 

And the drops of water.....just fall

They fall off of the unfixed sink in the bathroom,

Tup...tup....tup...

Amidst all of this,

As I look to my right

I find her covered, yet again; from the head to her toe.

I feel like the blanket serves no purpose

Yet it serves.....

She sleeps; all sound

But I don't.....and now it's 3.

I look to my ceiling,

And I look to my left........with the water overflowing, and the noise in my ears.....

I cuddle with the knife under the pillow.