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A scream rips through my throat, night terror again relived
No longer a battlefield around me
once, I dreamt of Glory
No longer for my country, only my desire to live
A silenced shot, a faint little pop and a river of red
I turn to my side, salty liquid now flowing instead.
The House Cat
Protector of the land
Against creepy, crawly and winged things
Upon a makeshift throne of books
He reins over his domain.
Flopping on his belly
Nose in a dish
Substance provided for him
By the one he loves and protects.
He pulls apart the blinds,
And looks out into the great unknown
Open pet door a room away.
He Longs for the great outdoors
His eyes, symbols of his status
Yellow and a strip of black
Built in night vision goggles
Unseen slipping through the shadows that are cast.
He sneaks out into the night
Seeking out a present so rare
And drops the feather covered creature
Near the loved one he loves so dear.
The Glass Plate
It was always just flat, simple and clear
The substance we built on it,
always eaten away
Always so fragile, so delicate and light
The heat of the moment,
Our foundation disappears.
So many pieces naked to the human eye,
remained unseen
So many others,
already swept away.
So many pieces to put back together
More than a lifetime worth to repair.