My Brother

My Brother

A Story by Lust for Propinquity
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Its weird and stuff and kind of not relatable to the majority but I found it kind of interesting to write

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Happiness blooms in my like flowers in spring 

Everyone joined me at the park for my birthday!

Laughing, and gathering around me, I feel like im being trampled

Petunias grow all around, making the world prettier, they speak to my soul!


My friends all whisper about my brother, who is sitting alone 

Young children squeal, parents watching them with amusement


But my parents are nowhere near him, my brother's tears are running down his face

Rain begins to fall, he walks home, sadness blooming in me as I remember that night

Only he was asleep, Daddy was drunk and mad, and mommy was in the locked bathroom

Then there was a bang as daddy shot mommy, and another as he shot me

He ran away, leaving my sleeping brother to awake in the morning to a nightmare

Everyday he relives the horror, mommy watches him by my side

Rain thunders throughout the sky, like the break in my brothers mind


Breathing in the poison of the world, my brother falls farther into despair

Entering the abyss of guilt and pain

Father is still running, hiding in the darkness, from the crimes he commited, the pain he caused

Only sleep can take away my brothers pain

Razor in hand, he carves the memories of our deaths into his flesh

Every day, he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss, tears fall down me and mommy's face


I only wish to hold him and make it better, but I never can, mommy holds me close as I sob

The sky becomes dark

Sorrow clouds his judgment


The days grow longer, his guilt grows stronger

Olive skin soakied in blood, whispers echo in his ears

Only pain remains, all happiness dies, the world is no longer pretty


Love turns to hate, he hates himself

A razor blade in hand, blood drips to the floor

Too late, I cry in my mothers embrace as my brother falls limp to the floor

Entering death, my brother joins our embrace, we are together again 


The day resets, his body restored, his mind void of the events of the day, as if it never happend. Me and my mother share a knowing glance. Please heed my warning, do this one last thing for me. Read the first letter in each sentence down. 

© 2018 Lust for Propinquity


Author's Note

Lust for Propinquity
Its pretty dark-ish, but this was just a kind of for-fun/ experiment type thing

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Added on February 15, 2018
Last Updated on February 15, 2018
Tags: suicide, family, death, sadness, guilt

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I am probably the most trouble prone person on earth. I dont do poetry much but I do some times, and when I do Im no Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare. Its mostly just stories, and i dont know why but im.. more..

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