raw war bled for no reason on curdled tongues. taste, sour slice, blood moon, red sun, black dawn, never. night forever forgot to shed the days bitter dark cold. silver guns on young skin, hobbled knees, dreams wet humidity. sour taste left on right raw war powerless endless thoughtless, no mercy left, or right. Β© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
RAW WAR was first published in DOOR=Jar in Spring 2022.
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