Decaying Beauty

How hard it is for me
To look at you like this.
You're in a tube.
How could you enjoy this?

Your skin peels and burns.
I see you scratch and rub your skin.
Your many stitches used to bother you.
How could you be so calm about it?

You've got me and Daddy working hard.
And your "doctor" busy, too.
I admire her, actually.
Dedicating her life to make sure you are fine.

I remember the days before you died, still.
Do you remember them?
Do you remember when we would run, play
     and sing?
Sister does, but she is disgusted with your new
     bodies.

What is it like to have two bodies?
Is it fun? Is it hard? Is it miserable?
How could your "living" body look so painful,
While your "dead" body looks so beautiful?

I wish you were never killed.
I wish Daddy hadn't have had to make you two bodies.
Why didn't he save my still-born twin?
I love you sister; God bless your soul.