You bury your boys.
We bury our boys.
Our tears can never
bring them back.
What's the score in war?
Number of men killed or
maimed? Which is worse?
No man returns the same.
Those at home waiting
will never know him again.
He's silent or screams at
night in dreams of war.
The children will cringe
at his cruelty he hates
but never understands.
It's war's carrion breath.
******'s sin is mine alone.
She never understood her power.
Bubble gum puffy *******
I desired her perfect flower.
Her mother died to save her
but she saved me instead.
We went to my bed for comfort,
that night she finally bled.
****** floats wild on the wind
her cheap perfume my seduction.
She died birthing our sin and
caused my Eden's destruction.
I'm on a cusp of life or death.
Not quick like suicide, more
subtle. Life's habits can be
harsh on these bodies we've been
gifted. Treat it like a church or
carnival side show. It's our choice.
Alcohol is weakness or strength
depending on one's point of view.
My lab results raised grave concerns
about my physical well being.
I'd died long ago when I lost her.
I knew that I'd regret my choice.
The truth is when good and bad are
placed upon the scale of God
I believe it will favor my good.
What brought me here was sadness.
Joy died long ago when I lost her.
Forgive me for my selfishness.
Dear Mr. P - [stop] -
I was your knife in the water, a credit card kept exclusively for killing - [stop] -
I was a gingersnap on your sugar train, a flower-filled glory box to swallow your whole wide world - [stop] -
I was night, night of the electric insects, praying mantis and ladybug — nervous animals, lotus eaters, enjoying a ceremonial after meal
- [stop] -
I was slivers of pseudoscience poisoned by man-made seasons — a new and beautiful and interesting disease - [stop] -
You and me, we are now the same — snapshots in sheared time, before the closedown of our impossibly ****** impulses - [stop] -
Best wishes, V