Spring Squirrels

Trigger warning; suicide

Where was I as the empire crumbled? amongst the bird calls of the forest. When the guns were blazing in the distant I lay on a log to rest.

Staring at spring squirrels playing in the branches as my home burnt to the ground. Please remember to mention me when the last of you fall like feather’s without sound.

I’ll bleed out here amongst the badger’s set, you’ll realize, in this game, there was no safe bet.

As my body grows cold on the ground my spirit will slip into the woods, one last footprint where I stood.

D March 2017


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