Stitches
By Samantha Pirog
Will my eldest brother
die?
Poison
drips
steadily
into
my
heart.
“Do you want us to call you if he
dies?”
My other brother,
Luke,
aims his acid.
Striking me down
and
snapping my sanity.
Will praying be enough to keep him
alive?
Red
angry
stitches dip in and
out of
the back of his neck. Still,
he lived.
Why did this have to happen to
him?
Still,
it’s my fault
it’s Luke’s fault
it’s our parents’ fault
it’s his girlfriend’s fault
it’s his fault.
Why did we feel the need to
blame?
