January 06, 2007
Heartbreak
I have a demon for a brother
That sneaks into my room
He takes my things, my precious journal
From years long ago
Pages are torn out, evidence erased
Replaced with new numbers written with red ink
But scrapes of paper cling next to the first page
I can see a single letter, penned by my hand
My poor precious journal from years ago
My poor precious thoughts lost from me forever
Did he think I would not know
I have a demon for a brother
scullerymaid at 5:27 p.m.