war
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Demetri flipped his feeble legs over the edge of his bed. A chill surged through him as his soles touched the floor.
Betwixt the Columns of this Colonnade
Taste the stomach lining. Taste the intestines. Push your yellow teeth chewing through them.
Loud Report
Enter a place where there are people living and draw your weapon.
Oh you pale little light you / I wasn’t meant to die here / Finishing the Kill
Blazing down neon lit asphalt streets
1.2.3.4.5. Red lights blasted through
Delusions of Jihad / DEAD TRANNY WALKING / Press S to Spit on Your Grave
BLOOD FOR THE SHATTERED FIGMENTS IN MY BRAIN
War Fragments
War is Cool
Dirty White Van / Circa
I’m walking to work, earbuds in, scrolling through a playlist on my phone, when a dirty white van slams to a stop beside me.
patrol 3: room
“Did we win?” I ask while the blinders keep my eyes focused on a computer-generated image of Cait Sith dirty dancing with Aerith, the standard treatment for “battle fatigue.”
Memories from Hell
It was dark.
patrol 2: 52 Card Pickup
On the Xth day of the siege—where X is a day that both me and at least one other person would remember the same way—shiny brass yelled at bloody brass so much that the walls shook.