A Violent End

Tension seizes my brother’s face. Tremors follow the stiffening of every muscle. His eyes widen in anger and terror. He yells and storms upstairs. I follow.

We grapple in the guest bedroom, where he’d left his coat. He can’t move me; my root is too deep. I embrace him. He struggles. I hold fast.

Christmas – lost with the keys he misplaced. Even after he finds them.

snowy roads
silence in the wake
of babbled regrets

first published in Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2016, V. 12, N. 1