Evil incarnate.
Walking, talking, breathing evil.
But does anybody know? I mean have they figured him out yet?
I wonder...
All he does is sit on his computer all day instant messaging his friends.
Pausing here and there to walk to the frig to make a sandwhich.
I guess moving your fingers at the speed of light is hard work. It really works up quite an appetite.
I hope his bread has mold on it!!
I am so thankful that I have great friends. They're my loyal and trusty stand-ins. They fill the space he left empty. They fill the gap of a real brother.
Today I'm really, really sick. I swear to god, I saw him laughing; literally laughing. Like I was wearing a funny clown suit with a big old nose.
How evil? How cruel? How deranged?
Who does that?
What's funny about another human being sick?
But wait, there's more!
I was abused too. He knows about it. He's friends with my abuser.
Oh dear God, why? Why did you give me this kind of brother?
Oh he's evil and cruel and sneaky. His eyes are so shifty. At first I never said anything. I always remained silent, but then after a while I couldn't ignore it.
He looks at me funny; under-eyed; strange.
Yeah...I see it! The dark flame that rages behind his irises. Did he think I didn't know?
Give me a break!!
I do know! And if he thought I was deceived, now he knows I'm not...
photo courtesy of pinterest
xoxo
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