″ HOME ”

and it feels like we’re holding our breath. as though we’re underwater screaming. “help us” we say. souls crimson coloured against straight horizons. they're taking our hearts out, with curled fingertips against petrol stained boats and thrashing mountains of dead snow. plains of emptiness against dimming skylines, glimmers of light barely visible "we're here".

searing days and icy nights. this is the land of the free they say. bodies lay numb around bloodied hysteria and distant voices of our fathers "i'm proud of you" rehashed like a prayer they say in absent eyes. steady burst of ice it burns, it burns. i feel the bitter taste of tongue versus tongue and disembodied screams against sand afloat.

let the grasp of the night suffocate us. we're just children across no mans land, left monumental dreams and wishes and mothers kissing foreheads who sing goodnight. ignorant children against adult worlds with hands held, undefeatable. i can feel the ice and fear and death and worry around us. miles from home we walk ahead, innocence sugar-coated like dead meat. "we're ok, we're ok" said in crackling voices and hacking coughs. diminished worries covered in im sorry im sorry. soldiers we are. we know the way.

those who do not deserve help will not receive regardless of our cries. perhaps we're the unlucky ones in a forsaken world.

i want to go home.

could this ever be home?