Robert
The Brother Transformed into a Dog
Chosen silence over submission. Still human. Still here.
I chose four legs over broken vows. My brother still walks upright while I walk beside him, remembering the man I was and mourning the person this system wanted me to become. I can't speak, but that doesn't mean I've got nothing to say. I'm loyalty with a wag, grief with a whimper, and resistance without a word.
What I'm Into: David's uneasy silence, the smell of pine before rain, regrets too heavy to bark, long walks that go nowhere, staring contests with the moon
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