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I have 2 brothers

One is 11

and one is 3.

My house is never

ever

quiet.

I used to want an older sister.

To borrow clothes from.

To talk to about boys.

To show me how to put on make up.

It’s getting hard to tell apart

My head from hell,

My melting heart:

A puddle on my driveway,

A stain upon my shirt.

Please just run away —

I don’t want you getting hurt.

in the beam of headlights

a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

brakes slam,

a breath catches in the throat. 

and the stillness of a stopped car 

We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

cradling the mangled bodies of children

 who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age.