civil war

a sharp bullet spits its venom and its hiss ricochet a reverb across the sky.

the dark sky swallows the sound and the wind carries a speck of its pain.

revolving in the four corners it flies nonchalantly and sinks in to pierce piously.

the crimson honey drips gently onto the arid earth as the tears of a grieving mother curses the soil.

there the rebirth and the unborn meet at the equilibrium where the end asks for a new beginning,

              at the mercy of a stray bullet.

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