My brothers and sisters have
come and gone.
Each of them taken faster than
the last.
I see them in the corner,
Scattered and dusted.
The last of my sibling is in
His hand.
To lips.
To throat.
Gone.
I know i am next.
I remember when I arrived at
this place.
I brought him happiness from a loved one.
They couldn't have known
How this will end.
He slumps from the chair.
Barely able to carry his body.
We stare each other down.
Like he would be the one to shatter if he fell.
Ten.
The first step.
Nine.
I've watched him become this man.
Eight
Everything he is, is because of me.
Seven
An empty bottle of man.
Six.
He grabs my body.
Five.
Removes the lid.
Four
Stares at my oozing insides.
Three
I'm not ready to die.
Two.
I'm sorry i did this to you.
One.
I'm sorry.
About the Creator
Peggy Butler
A teen British girl who spends her time rambling and scribbling her emotions through pen and paper.
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