What’s the story, morning glory?

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Image from a Story of The Image (Old and New Masters from Antwerp) at the National Museum

An Anonymous Soliloquy
I still believe in humanity, so don’t let me down
Especially not today

Not now, now that my eyesight is diminishing from the gas
And my slippers have worn out thinner than your military’s excuses

You look at me
There is nothing in your eyes

You look at me
Like we weren’t once born of the same soil
You look at me but your eyes are just black circles
Of void in white ovals, diluted of emotion
Your gaze mean as much as the stripes on your uniform

And Soldier, your insignia means nothing

You can freeze yourself in propaganda balderdash

Or you could be free yourself by freeing me

Liberate me from the iron bars in your mind
I am rusting and bleeding

Your muzzle digs into my temple
And I’m not sure now if this is for the better

or worse

For your hands

have already wrung my clothing to naught,

Modesty now shredded ribbons fraying in the wind

Plunging and plundering in me like a piece of meat

A sacrificial lamb you devote

to war
The last thing I see from the corner of my sight
Is the angle of the trigger depressed by your finger

But I had prayed, and I will keep praying
Not just for me
But also for women and their only commodity
when food, money and love have dissipated
I remember the ridges of your fingerprint
They swirl around in haphazard patterns

The same state all of us are in now

Your nail
It houses dirt, blood and eventually

My expiry

Here’s my story of the image, what’s yours?

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