Edit 1: Abel

[just mercedes]

Good strong images, and the title does a lot of work to set context. Final tweaking suggestions below. Good poem. I read a hint of poisoned blankets at the end, which adds another level.

Abel

We once shared beds 
you had bloodied. There was no A/C 
to keep you from scratching at your skin, 
a blanket that you tried peeling free of, 
as your lungs suppressed annoyance  
into wheezing sleeplessness.  
 
Let's trade blankets, little brother, 
and go back to dreaming. 




Thanks to Todd for the NaPM prompt #4