Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

i don’t hate you, baby

the battle is over
yet the stench of iron and blood
lingers in the air

three bodies dead on the floor
after a two man fight

no one is to blame
our flaws and wrongs
tragically complimentary
brought us here

there is magic and brutality within my homeland
i hope you never come to understand

it kills everything

especially the most beautiful things

no, i don’t hate you, baby

please know how glad i am

you survived the war

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