ludo brewer {d6} fin | cbd one

ludo brewer

thirteen

district 6

I was born from a love that wouldn't last. I slipped quietly into an unclear world and can still remember the days when I saw the world as a blurry place I stumbled through with patches of colours and outlines of shapes. Letters fused together and sentences drip into black blotches on paper. They placed tiny sheets of glass sit on my nose that twitch ever so often and the world snaps into view - sharp and tangible and real. I discovered that my feet left footprints in the snow and that leaves were lined with their own spines. It was remarkable, but what struck me as the most exciting thing of all was words in books, on posters, on buildings and walls and boxes. And Tammi, my sister, my world, my everything - her eyes were just like mine. Like Dads. Hair like Moms. We share every bit of them We used to share their love, too, but now my mother refuses to speak to her with alcohol-stained breath and my Dad juggles us back and forth, back and forth. The love they no longer share is bound to us instead, stitched into our veins and flowing through our hearts. In their fallout I found solace in books, in ink-stained pages filled with answers that fall off my tongue so quickly that not even Tammi can answer them all. What and why and when and where. I ask her everything and she always has an answer - every word I drink in.

{253 words}

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