The Run
As he began to give chase i turned and fled,
Quickly gaining speed as i forced my legs to move.
I ran like the wind, flying around the house.
No matter how swiftly i flowed,
The gap between us began to close.
Was that a hand i felt against my back,
Or merely a slip on the kitchen floor?
The skin cracked and the blood poured,
My lifeless body crumpling beneath me.
The pain of that impact was never felt,
Or else it was just never remembered.
I hadn't been swift enough to stray my pursuer,
But perhaps too swift because my forehead met the counters edge.
The wind had had its run,
But in the end my brother was the one still standing.
4 comments:
so eloquent. i can picture it all. i felt the pain, and the love..
how could he do such a thing?
Oh I've heard tale of him torturing you but never in such graffic and painful detail. Just remember that for each moment of torture Darek inflicted on you I'm sure an older sibling adequately tortured him. Isn't that how the chain of command works in families?
sheesh, if I'd known you'd be in padded rooms 20 years later over that I for sure wouldn't've added the extra shove coming around the living room/kitchen turn! Yeah I gotta admit, I was feeling pretty bad reading that and then Amberli bailed me out with her brilliant insight...I'd gotten my fair share as well...I've got a mystery eyebrow and lip scar that I've never gotten an explanation on from anyone...someone's not fessing up to their child abuse when I was too young to fend for myself! At least G KNOWS who gave him his scar (an ever present reminder to never cross me!)
allow me to clear this up a bit. i hold no ill-will or hard feelings about the event. i have no secret depression bouts when i think about it, or suddenly burst into tears when i see the scar on my head. it was just a little dabble for a school project. whats funnier is that spencer gave me another scar right next to the other one. thanks bro's!
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