Coma twins

                                                     CH1 (revised) 

    The female form infatuated my brother. For him, there were no mothers or daughters, no girlfriends or wives. He drew no distinctions between virgins and whores, nor did he see any of them as being rich or poor.He just saw women, skinny and fat, some short and some tall. There were dark skinned women next to those void of pigmentation, and all others falling in between. They had long hair and short hair; some straight and blonde others black and curly. Some of them adorned themselves with jewelry. Thin gold necklaces and or gaudy diamond rings that looked more like something that should be in a museum rather then on someone's finger.

   He would often close his eyes to inhale the smells that emanated from their bodies.There were hundreds of different fragrances, Perfumes that smelled like flowers, lotions like vanilla and lavender. There were women whose essence was intoxicating while others had an odor, sour from sweat or bitter from the day’s cigarettes. 

  Some of them jogged in spandex and headbands while others were drug about by heavy, slobbering dogs. There were women who walked in pairs discussing inaudible subjects while others listened to headphones, deaf to the world around them.     

  My brother always sat on the same bench just past Morgan’s square in the city park. I know this because I was one of those women with headphones passing by.  I often considered saying hello, but I don’t, I pass and acknowledge him with a quick wave. He never waves back, just stairs through me as if I don’t exist. I have often thought about just flopping down beside him and starting a conversation. But it is never that easy with my brother. It can never be a few simple words and then good by, not to mention the restraining order I had placed on him is still in affect. But after all he is still my brother and I love him still, even after all he has done... to be continued