Scheduled

We keep secrets like passports, exchanged for loyalty — sisterhood that reads like a map, hands that know the language before words, we guard each other’s small embarrassments like trophies

We have a code that smells like grandma perfume and latenight fries (mm)

We rate exes on absurd charts and crown the ridiculous (skrrt)

If you hurt one, you meet the calendar of our fury — scheduled and soft (nah)

We traded diaries for walkietalkies of empathy (trade)