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Daddy, Daddy, please don't leave me. We've been waiting for your sickness to consume you. I won't know what this world is without you. To tunnel through your mind, blacken your soul, and infect your body. There won't be any more smiles, beaming only because of me, making my heart swell. To make your flesh as putrid and disgusting as your life, as the person you've become. There won't be any more arms wrapped around me in comfort, the gentle balance of tightness and affection that lets me know I'm safe. To make you as ugly as the dark stain your choices have made on others. The sun would never shine as bright and the stars could never dazzle me with you gone. The black bile in your blood seeps out through your pores, poisoning the air with its toxic essence. Stay! Fight! Endure because I don't think I can live without you. Just succumb to sleep and drift away to place we'll never find you. A final tear for lost hope and mangled emotions. A sigh of gratitude, relief.
A veil of shock obscures my vision of the brother left behind. Twins reunited through identical folly. The ground is cold and hard beneath my feet, though I don't register the sensation of crunching under my shoes. A crisp morning yields graciously to a mild day, too early for spring. The rain drips steadily on my head; the icy droplets slice through me, sending a chill straight to my battered heart. The hazy afternoon drizzle mists my face and lifts my spirits. I stare unblinking at the frozen dirt, its mouth open wide, callous and unforgiving. As I pass, I see the hillside dotted with early spring blossoms; a new life beginning, a fresh start. My eyes are red and puffy; I don't think I'll ever feel normal again. My head is clear and my thoughts light; today will be a better day. I tune out the mumblings of a prayer and with my head bent, eyes downcast, heart aching, one whispered word reverberates deafeningly in my mind. As one-quarter dozen black birds suddenly take wing before me, their pitch black plumage glowing iridescent under the watchful sun, the unquestionable logic abruptly burbles into my consciousness and I can only think. Tragedy. Karma.

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Daddy, Daddy, please don't leave me. We've been waiting for your sickness to consume you. I won't know what this world is without you. To tunnel through your mind, blacken your soul, and infect your body. There won't be any more smiles, beaming only because of me, making my heart swell. To make your flesh as putrid and disgusting as your life, as the person you've become. There won't be any more arms wrapped around me in comfort, the gentle balance of tightness and affection that lets me know I'm safe. To make you as ugly as the dark stain your choices have made on others. The sun would never shine as bright and the stars could never dazzle me with you gone. The black bile in your blood seeps out through your pores, poisoning the air with its toxic essence. Stay! Fight! Endure because I don't think I can live without you. Just succumb to sleep and drift away to place we'll never find you. A final tear for lost hope and mangled emotions. A sigh of gratitude, relief.
A veil of shock obscures my vision of the brother left behind. Twins reunited through identical folly. The ground is cold and hard beneath my feet, though I don't register the sensation of crunching under my shoes. A crisp morning yields graciously to a mild day, too early for spring. The rain drips steadily on my head; the icy droplets slice through me, sending a chill straight to my battered heart. The hazy afternoon drizzle mists my face and lifts my spirits. I stare unblinking at the frozen dirt, its mouth open wide, callous and unforgiving. As I pass, I see the hillside dotted with early spring blossoms; a new life beginning, a fresh start. My eyes are red and puffy; I don't think I'll ever feel normal again. My head is clear and my thoughts light; today will be a better day. I tune out the mumblings of a prayer and with my head bent, eyes downcast, heart aching, one whispered word reverberates deafeningly in my mind. As one-quarter dozen black birds suddenly take wing before me, their pitch black plumage glowing iridescent under the watchful sun, the unquestionable logic abruptly burbles into my consciousness and I can only think. Tragedy. Karma.