love

From within these trenches, spiders have become my closest friends.
Another day comes, as another acquaintance goes.
Dreams fly aimlessly amongst the air like bullets.
Hopes lost hopelessly, hovering above bare bodies like ghosts.
To sit atop these trenches, yield us no defense.
But to face the sky, in a rotten-orange haze and hold onto hope-hoping that we can hold on.
All while feeling this red mist paste onto my face.
In my eyes I see through these glass veins, straight through my paper thick skin.
Secrets wander like alligators around this muddy swamp water where we lay each day.
I think of what you said, and it is something I can't shake off.
I Open my eyes; startled to see eyes so shell-shocked next to me.
Soon before I realize I cannot tell that this water is cold anymore.
Still silence hits sudden, and I fall back to rest.
Forever is a long time, but it doesn't last forever.