Four of a Kind
Story by G-man2014 on SoFurry
Something submitted for class. Second draft, but it doesn't feel quite ready yet.
I imagine you breathe with a knife in your chest,
a sharp pain to put it kindly.
Cobblestone rests below your feet,
while you sit on the sidewalk's edge, cold.
With white knuckles you hold your glass.
You dared ask if I was sure.
There's a time
when siblings are like stars.
Never do you think of
darkness between those bodies.
and here I am
fourth of a kind
I watch you take a breath
ignoring the knife.
Your white sweater, tailored,
soft as the down of a fledgling bird,
moves with your thoughtless breathing.
You look like a damned swan,
no stains to show,
only a blank white.
We hear a yowl.
A battered hound limps down the block,
crimson streaks slither down its leg.
It does not understand
My cheeks are wet,
but there has been no rain.