Poetry
but after the war, what will they do?
when the violet blood on their hands
is no longer theirs, when lives
have been trashed,
and the suicidal battlefield
is a scarred heart that is almost
about to die.
-EJIN J.
as the pink sky began to rise,
exhausted soldiers
lay down in metal
beds. imagining themselves.
away from war, blood, scars.
away from the cold,
with sweet strawberries
sinking in their dry mouths.
yearning for Georges Méliès movies,
to help them escape a cruel mind.
dreaming, of falling in love in Paris,
reaching, for a beacon of light
to touch them, and wanting.
wanting a slumber as fulfilling
as a nostalgic dream.
but after the war, what will they do?
when the violet blood on their hands
is no longer theirs, when lives
have been trashed,
and the suicidal battlefield
is a scarred heart that is almost
about to die.
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Sunk