my brother steps around broken glass, sneakers soft on the wood. the pastor’s words are soft, sugarcoated. i long to feel the golden rays of summer once more. suffocating, is the leather string around my neck.
glossy blue bubbles, golden rays shine through the window. i reach my fingers out, your soccer hoodie is pulled up past my knuckles, resting over chipped orange nail polish. wine red satin sheets, my phone is on my nightstand.
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