shotgunhawaii

For Josh and Andy.

The emotional scar runs deeper in my mind, than any physical wound
could ever hope to. My teammate stolen from me before the game even
started. I'm forced to play solo in a doubles match, so panic ensues.
Lost... Left alone to find my own way.

Unfamiliar situations precipetate familar emotions of melloncollie,
fright, and abandonment. Eyes shut tightly preserve the static image
of my absent partner. With the image projecting in my mind, I let out
unfiltered screams oh for them to come back unanswered. I cried quarts.

Death's suffering addiction shatters fragile hearts... A shock to the
mind... An unnessary roughness of soul. Ink, not of my page but of my
skin, replaces the unreplaceable. A symbol of my friend worn proudly.
Shallow scars chosen because the invisible ones are taking much too
long to heal. Overflown ducts burst to allow tears to flow into his
footsteps... The holes of where he used to be. These pools of emotion
reflect memories of laughter and comfort. I stare into these to fuel
the tanks that let me hug him in my dreams.

My partner...
My teammate...
My brother.