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Rated: E · Poetry · War · #1222634

One version of a reocurring dream that I have had since I returned from Iraq.

i was reading in the living room

when mortar alarm went off

INCOMING INCOMING

a sound like shreiking insects.

i run through the kitchen to the back door

but find no concrete bunker there.

glass breaks.

the house fills with smoke.

is this the end?

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