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The night you came home,
Smile plastered on your face,
A distant look in your eyes,
I knew something was wrong.

Although your body was here,
Your mind was somewhere else
You seemed troubled
And I dared not ask by what.

Your eyes looked towards me:
An empty stare.
I knew something was preoccupying you,
Yet, I did not bother to ask.

The next morning,
Newspaper on the table,
Coffee in one hand
The same plastered smile.

You stared at the newspaper,
Content about something.
I looked over to read
What was said on the front page.

Appalled at what was read,
I stare at my brother's amused face.
The same plastered smile
Never left his lips.

You look up at me,
See the fear in my eyes.
Yet, you do not care,
For this is your "work of art".

I look at you,
Then peer back at the article:
"Young girl raped, then killed.
Please contact the police if you have seen this man"...

© Fighter

*never happened to me or anyone i know.