Winning

My brother mistook me as any other bum as he passed the hole I tuck myself in at night; he said nothing and only stared. I asked for nothing; I didn’t want his money nor his pity. I only wish he would have realized that I have beaten society; its rules apply no more. Yet, our blood dried.

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3 comments so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    Brotherly bonds can be strong ones even when the blood dries. Even between societal differences. So well written, Noah. Hope all is well.

  2. Jeeves on

    Blood dried so did my emotions. I walk my path alone. So well written. Brilliant as usual

  3. Asleep On My Feet on

    It’s interesting how such vastly different places can be reached via the same handful of words…


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