Battle Fatigue

 

My head is soaked

Blood splatters across my chest

Eyes cry out for nourishment

And yet . . .

Aching throbbing wincing

Hungering dear eyes

Half-eaten dreams

Recalling what?

A time

A time when

A time when it was embedded

Curled scraping ensnared

A fatigue of battle

~ with a hint of hope, undead.

Undead hope.

by Fawn Rising
(Prompt: KatrineDunnPhotography of two mud-covered boys back to back.) Meldrum Trauma Poetry Workshop entry
Above photography by Fawn Rising: Crystal Lake, Florida, view north