Shellshocked Sister

her one bloody moment
my hurts, her battlefauxs
leaden haze, invections blight
friends ‘comin’ foes, shot alike

w’blamed medusa’s pow’r but
soldiers thrived in minds
cep’t us two, the sprawling
the circle smoking, the dying

she cries god and Mom
in the guts and swords
killin’ ‘visible villains, more
scared o’hearts n’hoards

her blazing, horror red
smokes, noises unsane
traitor lovelost, yet to
crawl home again

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