Deep Breath

Pause

My lips are not a weapon

At least they weren’t

Every time I think of my brother I say his or he

Unable to drag his soul anywhere near this prison that took him away

Cold blood on an early Octobers day

“What was his name?”

His name

My brother’s name

My brother’s name was Trevor

His name was Trevor

His name is Trevor

I feel cuts in my mouth as I feel his soul cries for help

My scars begin to heal as he holds his hands on my left shoulder

Still scared to say his name

But I will soon say his name

Scared to remember what his name tastes like with each conversation

His name is Trevor

Trevor

Trevor is his name

 

 

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