Degenerates Bullying Edition

38 The Sound of Metal love your brothers and sisters, momma said carry us like a song in your heart in high school, i whispered gossip to mean girls and, on alternate Tuesdays, tried to not to drown in labels and expectations and a labyrinth of dented lockers that made hollow sounds when bodies and metal collided for the thousandth occasion at the same high school at the same time my brother was molested we didn’t learn what happened ’til years later after he stopped coming home on a field trip with an overnight bus ride two rich boys—also brothers pinned him in the corner of the high, stiff seat used some sort of hard implement one of them held a knife it scraped the metal frame around the window screeching metal around a black night swallowing all those stars anyway, that’s what I heard