My eyes now considered a foreign invasion to my body
Tears will not help the chaos
Blankets of sand stretching for miles
My cheek bones pressed against natures cover
An abrasive texture but not for wiping away fear
But I lay here
Waiting as metal death threats with select targets whisk pass my ears
Striking comrades
Muffled voices howling to the moon like wolves in the night
And I lay here
The burning of flesh whiffs pass my nose and I mourn
Nothing but emptiness to grip to
My body a distant memory
Somehow, I have misplaced the sensation of life flowing through me
Metallic iron bubbling in my throat like acid from GERD
My tongue colored red with my own paint
My eyes fixated on blue skies floating on white clouds
Calm in the storm
Commotion fades
And so, I lay here
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