Just raw

He texted my little brother this morning to say we need to talk about hospice, then proceeded to make himself scarce the rest of the day. Little brother panicked, started calling around trying to figure out what’s going on. She’s in a hospital somewhere, she’s been there too long. She’s starting to fade again. She’s been separated from him now for too long, and he won’t give us any answers, just lets us dangle, twisting in the wind, and she’s all alone being devoured by the hungry ghosts