Red Blood On the Battlefield
As she laid their, withering,
Her mind in a fog,
She stared at the dissembled body, of the one she once loved,
The blaring sounds of bombs, shouts in the distance, and thundering gun shots
The woman screams at the man to wake up, shakes at the broad man
as she cries uncontrollably
But all he hears is the deafening sound of a grenade blowup,
At the break point of dieing his last thoughts, memories were of a woman and child.
Men come over to take the woman away, as she fights to see him,
She looks at the man, tears in her brown eyes, to see him being
taken to a hospital wing, tear stains on his sunburned cheeks
She comes to see the man,
the smells of Latex and death
As she walks over to his bed,
She falls to her knees
Her heart in retching pain
She closes her delicate eyes
and opens them to see a sheet over a body, not breathing nor stirring
and a round object, glittering in the sunlight
She picks it up, in rough, muddy hands
It's an uneven medal, shaped like a heart, material of purple
of a remember solider
By Sarah
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