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cw: death, drugs, I am Sad


once, my sister thought she was dying.

after decades of alcohol and painkiller abuse, they’d called it — end-stage liver failure,

no chance of a transplant.

she called me with the news, crying, drunk maybe,

and in our conversation she asked if i had struggled with addiction, for we rarely spoke,

and i told her i had and did, and mentioned how,

and she laughed at me.


they would turn out to have been mistaken, and she did not die.

later that year i would pay for months of rehab for her,

because nobody else [cw]ould.


this is probably the best sibling relationship i have.