Sicko by Amo Jones mike & deb maybe not so much his

maybe not so much his temper

Because I can look

It will betray their senses

I’m desperate to prove I deserve it

Seeking refuge at a stranger's house with his entire family isn’t exactly a fairy-tale either

Sicko by Amo Jones mike & deb maybe not so much hisHe was my foster brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. Im an open box of pass photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. Im the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left six years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty, and further coaxed by pain. But he has come back. Hes not the cute big brother I had a