• Laiden bare,
    Fleeting care
    Of simple springs.

    Conversation in the corner
    Continue over the sound of literally nothing
    -a vacuum.
    A wormhole of words:
    Said
    To be said
    Never said
    Won't be said.

    Here lies the dead man,
    The remnant of hydration
    And wood
    Bullets.
    Scattered.
    Here's the boy you lost.
    Here's the spoils of war.

    Sunlight falls.
    Vashta Nerada halls.
    Of a girl.
    Sitting admist.
    Sitting quietly.
    Sitting observing.
    Writing.

    These are the spoil(er)s of war.