The Sick

February 12, 2008
By Brittany Breen, Brooklyn, NY

Just like his sister of blood
His mind is but a fragile mold
He speaks into one ear, she pulls on the other
But how far can his back bend
How many more inches to the ground before it becomes paralyzing
How much can this son immerse himself before a sudden endurance of cold takes control?
Can this be where control is lost
Forever what was known was nothing but sound
Seven years of contempt, he has the rights of a caged dog, falling farther from the sky
He fell from the sky into the arms of the sick
Under a watchful eye he suffers the consequences,
quiet, but sharp; isn't it a pity to watch our family home burn down, how much must he pay in order to survive...

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