War

by Shannon Barber

We are the walking wounded.
Grim bloody soldiers in the war.
Hollow eyed specters of the reaper's failures.
We mark in bedraggled ranks.
Up the wet city streets.
You will join us.


*Shannon's blog: http://blog.nudemuse.org/

Envy-

by Shannon Barber

Her breath smelled like gin and smoke and cynicism.
Her big crooked smile spoke less of laughter than of death.
I wanted to crawl inside her skin.
Look out from her reptile eyes and die.
…And it hurts so bad