there is a war
inside the spaces
between my ribs.
heart & head.
blood & bone.
soul & mind.
⠀
my body,
the place I am
to call home,
was just a casualty;
a means to an end
in the eyes
of the soldiers
matching through
my veins.
⠀
in a war zone,
blood is spilled
the way rain spills
from the sky.
I can't even flinch
as my own blood
pools beneath my hands.
⠀
my heart
is an enemy
of my head.
they say destruction
is inevitable.
⠀
this is a war
that cannot be won
without complete
annihilation
of my
soul.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
