Memento Mori || Poetry

Phone Call (Last Part of Love of a Brother)

Ring! Ring!
I woke up,
Surrounded by bottles,
And foods still in the wrap.

***

I stood up,
Dizzy and swaying,
A pain in my head,
Caused by drinking.

***

Ring! Ring!
I stared at the telephone,
Who would call me?
I live on my own.

***

I grabbed the receiver,
Playing with the cord.
I put it on my ear,
The voice at the other side stabbed me like a sword.

***

"Hello, little bro."
I'm not your brother...
"Miss me?"
YOU MURDERER.

***

I grabbed my luggage and coat,
And closed the drapes.
I opened the door,
but he's standing there,
smiling at me.
"Little brother, you cannot escape."

- Asteria