In Ruins

Work was terrible.

I mean the fucking worst.

Wal-Mart
and the pain it brought me
each day
was unbearable.

That night was not much different.

 After work,
I immediately raced over
to my aunt's house
to drink myself
till I shit myself.

I passed a car accident
on the way there.

The car was in ruins,
turned over,
the top smashed in
passed the seat cushions.

I thought to myself,
I hope they are alright.

They were.

All of them

Except for my brother.

He was at the morgue.

I went to my aunt's.

I didn't know he was in the car
until
my grandpa came in
and told us.

I thought I knew pain.

I thought I knew the worst.

I was wrong.