little brother lives in the shadow of the flame

The red candle flame blinks in and out like it's gasping for air

-and then it stops struggling 

The red ashy glow at the end of a cigarette and hot candle wax

There's no cruel intent to the flesh it sears

The little strings that hug your neck

Piano wire garotte

Sing for me

Red light hits the back of your head

Like a sign from God

Brother tells me that he loves me-

Brother tells me that God loves me

Undeserved love- feels like the sharp sear of a cigarette butt

The sharp sear of a cigarette butt- feels like a kiss from God

It's asking too much

For a brother 

To love me

To be my ideation

Put your hands around my throat

And make everything I feel facile

The cheeks on my face flood with warm red blood as I gasp for air

-and then I stop struggling