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The Fight

Pink, Red, and orange

fade to black

and I take cover

hiding under the bed.

 

Laying with the demons roaring

screaming attack

I thought he was a lover

but he just needed to be fed.

 

Bigger than this body,

stronger than these bones

Crack

echos as the bones snap.

 

My ears ring with bawdy

words of meancing tones.

Wack

as he finishes his tap

 

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The Aftermath

Building brick walls

to climb

and pretend to fall

cutting short a lifetime

 

Bricks I haul

covered in grime

pushing back the urge to bawl

at the memories of war crimes.

 

I smile at passerbys

and give an enuthastic wave

pretending to not be shattered by

the man who dug my grave.

 

I'd rather see

the expected conclave

between myself and the galaxy

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