Vanishing Girls Writing Challenge

A Brother after My Own Moustache by Katya Nikolaeva-Howard

I tiptoe to my brother’s roomAnd crack open the door.
I step inside and wince as I
Hear the squeaking floor.
It’s funny how loud things can get
When causing someone’s doom.
I creep to his bed and pull out my pen
Preparing for what I must do.
As I take off the cap and steady my hand,
A voice shouts out in my head,
“Don’t do it!” it said, “Or else you’ll regret
This deed even after you’re dead!”
“As if!” scoffed another I presume was the brother
Of the first voice that sang in my head,
“He deserves it you see, for what he did to thee,
For finishing your chocolate milk!”
Then they started war over who was right more
And left the decision to me
To draw or to not just under his snot
A moustache curled maliciously.
I stood there and pondered and thought even longer
While the voices verbally sparred,
And then they went silent, because I decided
To add a goatee just as smart!
I draw them with triumph then rush to my room
Just as the guilt settles in.
It gnaws at my stomach, but then leaves my conscience
As I notice my own reflection.
I sit there and stare for a moment or two
Then laugh at the irony.
I should not have felt shame, for we are the same.
I grin tracing the moustache on me.