Written by: merritt waldon

Every moment always hollow beneath,
Blap blap blap blap, bullet holes weave;
The body weeps like a river.

Many currents bubble, folding dreams;
There is a fabric  that can not be cut.

Quick action blade and coffee stained eyes,
I am lost to the myriad waves
Erasing  every moment.

Shrapnel  bones and whispered curses
Hollow beneath the echoes of  history.