Written by: Myesha Phukan
Edited by: Chloe Chen and Wendy Zheng
ravaged battlefields
form among places we
used to sit and laugh in
places where we used to
sleep, without
the threat
of raining bombs
or the sounds of shelling
white flowers sprout
in the fertile soil
drenched with the blood of our people
teddy bears sit untouched on a nightstand,
gathering dust
longing for the touch of their owners who
fled in a whisper,
leaving trails of unshed tears
and quelled screams
hushed by towering tanks,
weapons held at the ready
a blazing fire spreads
from city to city
swallowing them whole,
turning a blind eye to the calls
for it to be doused
and,
the final score reads,
gains: 0
losses: too many to count
when war tears us apart,
bit by bit,
piece by piece,
the only thing it gains
are losses
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