Taurrin LeDe

A Brotherly Bond

My brother, I woke drenched in sweat again this morning. I'm not sure if it’s my own or that of another's. No matter- this makes, what, a straight week of waking sopping wet in the same tired, disgusting clothing? Jesus. I ask to bathe day after day only to be met with their silence. These ingrates act as if they can not hear my scream. Caleb, Caleb, can they not hear me scream..! Reducing my presence to a mere disgrace, forcing excellence to plead to clean themselves - just to clean my own fucking body. The audacity. Their audacity, leaving a grown man caked in his own filth.. I can hear you brother - bleating, baaing, begging not to falter to the pity, not to succumb to its pull. I taste the disdain mingled with your fear brother, but Her song - her song is much too sweet to ever resist. You'll see. You too will bow before Her grace. Besides, what point is there to a head held high when it's sneered at in return? Your face, brother, our face.