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Bread and Blood

We were brothers,

Sailing through a sea of blood

Arm in arm,

Nothing could tear us apart

But all it took was an invisible thread

The flames feasting on his fear-filled screams

My eyes open,

The agony too much to bear,

The tears leave a trail,

The anger stays within

There's no place big enough to sustain its havoc

I wish I could call it a nightmare,

But, it is a daydream, isn't it?

When destruction is everywhere but nowhere,

When a baby's cry is a siren's wail,

When a nerf gun's bullet bleeds you dry,

When your best friend dies over and over,

Everyday and every night.

Blood fills the orange juice,

Blood is the wine dripping from my lips

Blood is the ketchup covering my fries

And blood sneaks a peek at me,

Wedged between the bread

The mirror greets my patched-up face,

My heart aches to be sewed together

Why is the mirror whole

And my soul torn?

Is it fair for the mirror to remain untarnished by the horror of living?

No, it isn't.

Blood runs down my arms,

Shards cover my face.

Tears meet the river of red,

The cage is unlocked and anger flows,

The pieces of mirror lie on the ground

And I glimpse my bloodshot eyes

Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within.