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We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...
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Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC
Red Silence
We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...
I am the original author of Red Silence. GuessWho2436 posted my poem with my permission.
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16/Cisgender Female/The Far East
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC
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