Anger
wasn't the only color
we smeared
across the walls
but it suited
the ones who cared the most.
Liquid glory
bled down our sleeves
like broken vials of poison;
the proof of our triumph
decorating
our Soldier's uniforms
with red,
black
and blue.
But it wasn't enough.
Our lesser vices
melted down the shower drain
while the major ones
remained..
all the while
losing sight
of the flesh-colored Angels
running around
right in front of us.
Author notes
picture inspiration (see contest)
Comments
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Only one soldier?
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the fave game:
the imagery and the way you described the opening 4 lines
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