Little Brother

My eyes welled up in the first stanza. "Crimson" and "velvet" are not words one expects to find as describing the word "fetus," so that's one hell of an opening line.

In rereading this I find it perfect, moving, a beautiful tribute to your brother.

The only thing that bothers me is a lingering question -- what is the condition that ravaged him so?

Excellent poem, Jasmine.