The bombs burst, Painting the night sky with red streaks of destruction and pride
Wartime ash clings to my clothing like we clung to her side
Her warm flesh against ours brought us an abundance of light
For as long as I can remember it’s only been her, my two brothers and I
We all followed her lead she gave the orders as the oldest
Children of misfortune, turned orphans by the bullets
Soldiers monotonously march through the square, a scene that’s quite morbid
Choking on the dust from their boots as we choke down our rice portions
A sea of military green uniforms stretched out before us like an unending forest
Like a barrier to protect us from the intruders, an impregnable fortress
Enemy forces on the outskirts of town ready to pillage its victims
They come veiled in a blanket of dusk every night to take the children and women
Anxiety tears through my stomach, as the enemy army appears in a black mist
We’re watching it rain chaos from a window up above the action
Warriors catching drops on their tongues, as their blades clash, metal screaming to the sky
The dirt roads tinted maroon as our soldiers drop seemingly like flies
And as our green protectors wither and fall like leaves in the wake of autumn
Her hand that I’ve been holding starts to sweat, she becomes shaky palmed
As the savages rip open the closed doors of the residences below us
She hugs me and my brothers closely, and then in the same motion she throws us
Splinters fly as we tumble across the course, wooden floors…
If only now I could scream those words I couldn’t before
She took one last glance at us, smiling, as her delicate fist shattered the pane
She foundthe perfect piece of glass, gathered her strength, then she slashed up her veins
With the kick of a hardened boot the door flew off of its hinges revealing the image
Of a girl face down on the floor, in a room painted crimson
I gained a different perspective glazed in your gore, laying on the floor
Witnessing hopelessness painting the cobblestone even greyer than before
A single tear escapes my beady, black desolate eyes..
You said we’d always be together,it was a LIE cus now you’re gone, and WE never will die..
If only my stitched on mouth could have called out through the wake of the fallout
I could have saved you...now all I can do is helplessly watch the bloodshed from this dollhouse
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