We spent cartridges
like honeydew wine water,
they flowed in all directions
as we tormed the ramparts,
spilling destruction with
concentrated-fire.
Split second decisions
left us unable to think,
to think about the color of our socks,
what coffee flavor intrigued us,
or how we wore our hair.
All we cared about
was one more day
above ground,
it was survival of
the fittest,
not who was neatly-dressed.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
We spent cartridges
like honeydew wine water,
they flowed in all directions
as we tormed the ramparts,
spilling destruction with
concentrated-fire.
Split second decisions
left us unable to think,
to think about the color of our socks,
what coffee flavor intrigued us,
or how we wore our hair.
All we cared about
was one more day
above ground,
it was survival of
the fittest,
not who was neatly-dressed.
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