Her body was bound to a bed,
Lying naked and a shell of her former self
Arising from my lower self
I only want to help
Send her to a heavenly life
With silence, a knife.
A hole in her side
for me to put my piece inside
Arousal from her applause
A sick and twisted mind of laws
her screams of agony and pain
Until in her mind, only I remain
Her ankles were bound with rope
And a crimson river flows from a wound I created.
I created.
I am artist
Regardless of society

two
of us
lying
on our stomachs
and to each other
silently
did he see
what I saw
did he smell
what I smell
how close were they
to us
how many were there
I have only one magazine left
he has two
if he
gets it first
I will grab his
what
would he think
if he knew
what I thought
I want to ask him
“are there any ***** there”
but my whisper
will be a lighthouse of sound
to Charlie
a beacon for him
to hone in on
and zap me
so I don’t whisper
and neither does he
I wondered
with all my squad members
dead around me
if he ****** his pants
like I did
not during the firefight
but two eternal hours later
two hours in this black grass
under this black sky
my thoughts of the noble dead
drowned by my ****
who knows
what others thought
in black pre-nothingness
God I want to whisper to him
to ask if he ****** on himself
to ask if he could see Charlie
to ask if he was thinking of home
to ask if knew I was alive
four feet from his elbow
smelling
my ****
the oil on his weapon
the dead buddies
all around us
and the sweat of the VC
I wanted to ask
in a whiffed whisper
but
could not
for questions have answers
but answers may have nothing
so I did not
and when the sun
slowly washed the night away
I still
couldn’t bring
myself to ask
if we…
if we
were still alive

The forest floor along my bare feet,
I'm searching, but for what I'm not sure ,
Looking past the thick withered trees,
Looking past the billowing leaves,
Something churning inside me,
Knowing?
Instinct tells me not to go any farther,
But curiosity pushes me farther,
The soft rush of water,
I step hastily into the stream,
Water slithers its way up my body,
Encasing me completely,
Trembling from fear,
But I still breath,
Hurriedly  looking for evidence of what happened,
But my skin is dry,
Confused but not wishing to remain,
I walk on deeper into the forest,
Darker it becomes,
Harder to breath the air so thin,  
A soft whisper brushing past my ear,
But no ones there ,
I look towards my feet,
Blood pooled,
Words in a enigmatic language,
Carved into my flesh,
A scream stuck in my throat,
Whispers fill the forest untill the sound like screams,
All goes silent,
I fall into the hands of the dirt,
And then I wake panting in my room,

Sky blackened by cannon ash,
Stone crushed ruin remnants,
Trees left crumbling,
Fading into ink black soot,
Once green luscious earth,
Now a blood seeped swamp.

The only noise,
Screams, gun shots, the running steps of frantic soldiers,
The only smell,
Stench of blood and rotting of the dead,
Soaking the atmosphere,
The only sight,
Burned trees, dead bodies, and black engulfing sky,
All these,
Turning the mind into a mad asylum,
Leaving each soul drained of life.

Back pressed hard against mud wall,
Scars left stinging from the cold rain,
Like the stings from vicious wasps,
Mind hurriedly giving prays to the life known before entering this hell……
It seems a lifetime left unknown,
And prayers said……
Future handed over to the fates,
Left for them to cut the string.