We all change, time sees to that
We lose parts along the way
In war those we love the most
Don’t always come home again.
5.13.19
What’s worse
Trusting only
To one day
Be wronged
Or never
trusting
at all
See you in the stars.
We’ll talk and talk
and keep talking
even when it hurts
because if we stop
there’s no talk
or hurt left to
feel anything else
again
Combat tends to sort shit out for us.
Y’all are seeing the signs right?
Trying to provoke China
Or North Korea
or anyone else to hold on
to wartime powers
wear us down so that
we don’t think we can win
because we dont know
how to fight back
Excerpt
Twenty minutes later, self-stitched and full of stimulant-subdued rage, Domino redonned the EVA suit. She strapped a portable med kit to her back and left the bay. Her sentry had been busy. A pile of bodies soaked the floor in crimson pools. The drone was out of ammunition. She entered the elevator, leaving it behind.
The lift shook to a stop a moment before power died. Domino looked up to the shaft access. “Why can’t things ever be easy? Just once I’d love to infiltrate a vacation planet, walk in, say hi, get what I need, leave. Soak vitamin D on a beach, served tea by a waitress wearing nothing but a smile.”