shelled

creatures in wartime

After the war moved in, some went numb and never returned. Some emitted the atmosphere of carnival, others of tombs. Either way, what rattled was the shells of battle shocks, tiring over time while inside them the minds and lives of us where it rained fire and none could remove their boots, an endless waiting while covered in successive barrels of earth but not relief. We saw things and heard them, carrying on. 

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