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"Can I ask? Mother, oh Mother dear!
What shall we call that bright little sphere?
Isn't it beautiful? Surely I am right?
I want it to be forever in my sight!"
"Fate, daughter dear, choose whatever may!
It belongs to everyone, ignore what others say.
Let your imagination run, I will not forbid,
whether it be Alune, Mischech or Obeed."
"What makes you say so, Mother?
Are you familiar of such or another?"
The little girl crawled up to her lap,
resting her head whilst looking up.
Intently the mother gazed upon her,
combing the daughter's wavy hair.
Of amber hue its color was,
in contrast to blonde that mother has.
"That my dear is called a moon,
visible only to people after noon.
In my world, we call ours Luna,
with other names Talaria and Aulna."
And Fate rolled over, now facing her mother.
Eyes filled with enthusiasm, she took a gander.
"Is it blue and magnificent like this one?
Whose strength and magnitude rivals the sun?"
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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