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Saturday, April 18, 2009

THE TWO

THE TWO
By Ebbtide

Drain my life into the sewer and flush away all evidence of my pains. Who would want to care for such an animal as me? No one. I can answer that one all on my own.

Dean says I’m not evil. He says that I have a choice. How do you choose your blood? You can’t. See, I’m a smart one. A keeper. I would laugh if it were true or funny.

A serious outlook on my life and past keep me grounded in this despair that I would wish away in the flash of time that it takes for my heart to fully beat. There are no convenient exits with large, glowing signs to unmask their presence in my life. None of that for me to rely on.

My brother can never understand my agony. Tit for Tat. I can never be capable of knowing his regrets from the pit. We share in our self-imposed emotional desolation.

We are two sides of a rusty, lucky penny. A little spit-shine and a wide eyed child away from functionality.

THE END