I am happy to report that I won this contest with the poem below:
RIPE SUMMER APPRICOT
Sirhan does your honor
lie between a woman’s legs?
When you raised your magnum
to your sister’s temples
the bullet enter the soft white skin,
below the dark hairline of her forehead,
saw its damage spread like a purple bruise
across her face,
disintegrating her features into
a mass of shattered bone fragments
and crimson rose petals
did you rejoice? Lift your fist
heavenward towards Allah, as her body
slumped sideways away from you
across the faded blue couch of your childhood,
gently lying in its innocence,
Are you the same brother who played with her
when you were children?
Exchanged sticky kisses,
fought over toys and hid under the house
whispering secrets in the dark,
smiling at each other as you heard your mother’s shrill bird call
while she searched for you,
your breath brushing your sister’s forehead,
blowing the tendrils of her hair
as you inhaled the milky sweetness
of her skin, glistening like a pearl
in the light that fingered its
way down towards you,
threatening to give you away.
Did you forget, as you pulled the trigger
how tender and precious she was?
Like a ripe summer apricot
to be pressed delicately
against your heart.