Diana Costello Brothers I
Every note of my brother's favorite rock song escaped through his well-drawn lips, taking my mind back to that fucking desert the screams, the dust, the blood around the sweaty body inside the uniform the gun in my hands, and when it reached the highest note I felt like a fisherman, sailing on the high seas being attracted by the song of a siren.
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
"I told you they're good," Tip cut in on my thoughts by filling his glass.
I was so engrossed I didn't even realize I'd finished my drink, amidst the lump wrapping around my throat like a snake about to rip the last breath from my lungs.
- Who are they? - I managed to pronounce withou
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