You prowl the wake of another war-zone
dream, grim with repetition
fist fight
“i’m right i’m right i’m right”
walls – grim reminders of the lost.
Bruises leak, slip from your holding cell
disperse
“i’m right – dead . right”
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forget me now 
I love this photo…love the ending. Sometimes I wonder if our blog posts are such hatch marks. We are scratching out days and making sure they remain somewhere, assuming our thoughts and ideas are dead on.
what a fantastic response, thanks Anne!