At my Brother's Funeral I
was on enough booze and
drugs to kill a horse 🐴
and spent most of that two
hours afraid I was going to
puke my heart out, or shit my
soul onto the recently Lysol
saturated floors.
Finally when it was my
moment to speak
speak I stumbled my way through
The 23rd psalm and managed not
to fuck it up somehow.
Then went outside and my eyes
bled tears into what remained of my
heart lying on the cold gravel ground.
(My brother hated the 23rd psalm.)
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