I remember
Walking across Interstate 695,
With two pairs of shoes in my hand
It was 1 am
And I was dazed,
So dazed that I didn’t bother to look next to me
And as I walked further, I heard the sound of bone breaking, and a muffled scream
As I look behind me
I see my brother brain matter splattered
Across the road
And his bones piled up
Creating a fortress for his organs

And that was the first time I witnessed death at someone closed to mine’s doorstep
And it wasn’t the last
Death, she wasn't kind to me
She came back uninvited too many times.