I am a map of decisions,
of choices carved in blood.
A record of priorities
and mistakes
and badges of valiant stupidity.
The last echoes of dead men’s voices
Shout muted lines
when there’s someone to hear.
You, especially
wrote yourself a second life
On me,
in red.
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August 22, 2015 / Writing
Posted by Ariel le Orban @ 9:54 pm