Victory, but—
This isn’t how
The battles were back home
We’d kick and
We’d hit and
We’d scream and
We’d fight—
But we’d always be friends
By the end of the night.

Victory, but—
I let myself believe
They didn’t have a soul
So I hurt
So I maimed
So I caused them pain
I was deaf as stone
As they cried to go home
And I kicked
And I hit
And I screamed
And I fought—
Even though I won
It was all for naught.

Victory, but—Hollow.

One thought on “POEM: REDUX

  1. Very intriguing, Madeline.

    I love the use of repetition and parallelism. What a compelling, fascinating poem.

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