April 6, 2016

“The brothers were good brothers. They were born, they thrived, they grew tall. Then the brothers were dead. Father killed them all with a quick knife slit to the throat and left them on the living floor to collect dust, then turn to liquid. Father made mother and me clean the brothers off the flooring. He said to clean the stains with our tongues.”

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