When We Will Fly Away For Good.

Sick to my stomach. Desperate for a drink. I stare at myself in the mirror. I see the lines in my face. Every single one deserved and earnt. No badges of honour, just a reminder that the undeserving linger and the pure are taken from us.

Today is my niece’s funeral.

It’s tough, as a parent, to watch the spectical. Tougher when you have to watch your older brother cry because his youngest daughter has been taken from him. My mum, my dad, my sister holding my hand………..

Yet, I’m still here. Like a sick, unkillable tumour. There truly is no justice.

And no more words.


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