Brayton Michaels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another ghostly one you could say

Submitted: May 12, 2014

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Your brother said to take a bath-

To make yourself smell sweet.

But he said,

"Don't forget you gotta be clean"

You filled up the tub with maple syrup and bleach-

You thought it was perfect, but your brother said

"What the *bleep*"

You smile and shrug your shoulders-

"Gosh"  He says,

"They promised it would get better as you got older."

But nothing gets better for you....

What are your parents suppose to do?

When they bring you out in public-

and you can't keep it together...

They lied and said your daddy never sent you letters,

but their locked in a box under their bed-

Where they sleep each night-

Where they rest their pretty rich heads.

They hated it when you screamed,

but you only did  it cuz' they didn't listen.

They said you'd be better off in a place like a prison...

You wonder-

You think-

As you fade away-

How do they put up with something they hate.

So you shot yourself with Johnny's Riffle-

Poor little Brayton Michaels...

They bring you to the hospital-

You think they have nothing to lose-

Literally...

And you died in that hospital bed.

And maybe now you can finally rest your head.

Now your a ghost and you watch the flowers on the table,

The ones they bought you-

They mean nothing,

They just haunt you.

You watched them die.

 


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