About Ink Sisters

We write stuff. We are called 'She and Her'. She reads less stuff than her; no one can keep up with her (that she knew of). We do random stuff, and that's when things get interesting. She is motivated by boredom and dream is her reality. Her stories are full of wonder and her dreams keep her going in reality.

Eyes as windows

He told me it’ll only hurt at first.
He told me it won’t take long.
He told me it’ll make things better.

Sure, at the beginning, it hurts.
Then it hurts more.
Then it hurts so much.
It hurts too much until it hurts no more.

We see people on the streets.
At home.
In school.
At work.
Everywhere in everyday.

Although these people we see are living,
Some of us are dead inside.
If you look through the windows of my body,
You’ll see the ruin in me.
Death lives within me.
He resides in my body.

Death took one look and one look only.
He saw I was falling apart.
He saw things crashing down within me.
He saw hope running low from me.
He saw where he could be.
He knew what I’m going through
And that’s when he decided where he’ll stay.

He offers me his company
For the times I was down and lonely.
Then finally he asked me to let him stay.
He told me it’ll only hurt at first.
He told me it won’t take long.
He told me it’ll make things better.
My body as his shelter
In exchange for my pain and sadness to go away.

Death wants to dominate this body,
So first, he touched the armor of my strength—it rots.
It made the pain unbearable for there is no strength to endure.
Second, he put out the flame of my kindness.
Death doesn’t like warmth, so he made everything cold.
Third, he flick off the switch of my emotions
For pain and sadness to be no more.
Lastly, he blew the little candle of hope in me.
Death likes darkness so he puts out anything that glows.

I know I’ve decided this.
I know this is my own doing.
I’ve turned myself into something so pitiful.
I gave up on myself and let others take authority.
I thought this is better
Not feeling anything at all
I thought this is cooler
Not caring about a single soul
I forgot that I have my own soul too
Now, look into my eyes, I scream for help.

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Heavy

a time comes in our life that we discover a part of us that we
don’t like.
and we keep on denying that it’s not who we are, that’s not how
we were brought up, that’s not who we will be.
and then we wonder what triggered those things, who made us
this way, what are we going to do.
then it becomes a burden in our hearts, weighing down our every
gasping breath for clarity, for peace, for freedom.
we pass people on the streets and think, “Can they feel my feet
dragging on cement at every step I take? Can they see beyond my
eyes to the crying soul beneath? Can they hear my double and
rapid intake of air as if I were a fish out of water and can’t get
enough of it?”
maybe some people did but were hesitant to take the first step.
maybe some people did but they just didn’t care.
maybe some people did but when they do try to hold out their
hands to us, we shut them out.

Hannah

All the things you’ve said
The bad ones, the hurtful ones,
The forceful ones, the pleading ones
Would soon not matter
Would soon turn to nothing but dust
scattered in the wind
With no one to remember them
But yourself
As you beheld her broken body
Lifeless
In the sea of her blood
As she drowned
In her grief and sorrow.
And then I think of what it must have felt like
If it’s freedom from them
And a prison for her
Or if it was the other way around.
I think of what they might feel
Would they feel anger and regret and sadness and longing
If I do the same thing.

One sided friendship

I know most of the time you think I’m crazy.
Although my thinking can be uncanny,
I know you know I’m here
Not when you needed a nanny,
Nor when things are no longer funny,
But really…
when your co-workers aren’t that friendly,
when your happy heart starts to get lonely,
when the ticking of the clock makes you weary,
And when you wanted to be silly.

I just wish you’d be the same with me,
not only when things are pretty,
but even when things turn out badly.

I think it unfair that you don’t usually listen to me.
And when part of your life becomes messy,
it makes me sad but glad you’d turn to me,
but now I gotta understand
that some things change eventually;
I have a feeling you no longer trust me,
You believe others more than me
(Although I implied the same idea but approached
it differently).
And then you got so busy,
You barely have time for me,
And you tell me you love him truly,
That slowly it seemed you’ve gone away from me.

You have hurt me deeply.
It makes me sad and angry,
but what do you know…
We never really talked about me.

Obsession

Her face.

Her face is all I see.

Everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere.

That cute child; I swear She must’ve looked like that when She was a toddler.

That woman with auburn hair ; She will look like that in 10 years time.

That girl in that hair product billboard; her warm chocolate eyes are the exact replica of Hers.

Oh, I can’t wait to see Her face, run the tips of my fingers on Her smooth pale skin, feel Her heart beat faster against my chest, caress the insides of Her mouth with my tongue.

I shiver at the thought and I feel a hint of a smile tug at my lips. I hurry home.

One more corner. Three more steps. A key to the doorknob. A twist, a couple of steps to go inside, a door closing, a lock bolting.

I drop the grocery by the door, eager to finally, finally, see Her. I make my way to my room.

I sigh. There She is.

“You look so glorious. My angel,” I say to Her.

She’s on the bed, lying on Her back, Her pale skin uncovered, magnificent and absolutely mouth watering. Her arms are spread like wings on Her sides, Her wrists fastened to the bed post with the reddest ribbon, Her hair in perfect disarray. I shiver again.

My feet step closer to Her, my hands reach for Her, my eyes drink the wonderful sight of Her. I wipe my drool with my shirt.

I carefully climb the bed, afraid to disturb Her sleep. Oh, the fun we had last night. Her screams were muffled but some still escaped and those that did still rang in my ears like a melodic song.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whisper when I’m completely hovering above Her. I brush my knuckles under the curve of Her breast.

She stirs, blinks two times, looks up at me, and holds in a breath. I smile.

“P-please,” Her voice cracks and I savor it, every note of it. “Please let me go…” She whispers.

“I told you last night, honey. You only have to say your name and I’ll let you go,” I say in my most convincing voice. She shakes her head. I am glee and laughter and ecstasy.

“Then we’ll have another round of last night and you know how I adored you, savored you, devoured you,” I say as I run the tip of my nose down Her jaw to Her collarbone. She lets out a sob.

“You only have to say it.”

A tear slips out of Her eye and I catch it with my tongue.

“Say ‘I am Yours'”.

The ignored companion

I am your shadow;
I am wherever you are
But you can be without me

I am your shadow
People see me through you
They dont declare my presence though

I am your shadow
Your friends become my friends too
Although smile is the only thing we do

I am a shadow
I exist and I can be seen
But to matter, I have never been