Ceasefire

Apr 27
1 min read

Updated: May 5

This morning I woke up bleeding

Again this

Aged war

Shallow breaths, clawing trenches in my face

The dog came down to sleep

Wrapped tight against himself He'd

rather be near

And cold

My hands build a soft home and he

Drifts to where we all go

And for a while I lay down my arms

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