Battlefields Under Moonlight

Five semesters and there’s blood

Staining the setting

From the flinch of my finger.

Traded in textbooks and a writer’s

Pen for the 

Sake of an evil conjured out of

Fear, Like we’re watching

Loved ones writhe

without anesthetics to help

Stave off the pain,

Waving from the sticky seats of buses

All the way to the front lines.

I’ve lost my touch with 

The delicacy that

Lined the walls of 

my simple affection.

Putting the 

Wrong words down 

for this envelope addressed

To someone I never knew.

And if I had whatever I used to feel

Driving those backroads

With You, I’d spill it

But this unknown land

Is picking my 

Bones bare,

Left my mind to wander

While vultures of enmity 

Suck the life right from

Our chests.

This land between 

Us is starting

To 

   feel like an unwanted 

Limbo.

I wish I could say it a 

Little more eloquently,

But the shit 

I’ve seen just 

Won’t quit my head

And if this strife

Doesn’t consume me,

The time spent neglecting 

My Soul will. 

I’ll grace your 

Line of sight, dead or alive,

Dressed up as a ghost.

Demanding everything,

Unaware of how to

Work your thighs, just like 

The thousand times before.