Wednesday, January 04, 2023

4163 : War and piece

(Excerpted from a piece of fiction)

    War feels familiar. In some sense, it also feels familial. Today is a battle. So was yesterday. Our guns are loaded. Grammar is dead. Cuss is in.
    We are in a battle. No one wants to win. We are both losing. Spirit and blood. One ounce at a time. I hold my enemy as she lays tired. I kiss her in a desperate attempt to nourish her.
    This is our version of the rumble. We are expending collateral for a war that ravages us both.

A poem without a meter and rhyme. Feels like everyday, Spin? 

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