and the war continues ...

She braved it all;

dead bodies and arms strewn around,

the burnt flesh, the scattered heart, the smell of blood,

she braved it all

fighting the war.

In the slithering darkness of the night

she stood firm

her long limbs glistening with sweat and scream,

stiff back and upright shoulders

withstanding,

sometimes taking shelter in a trench,
warm like a mother’s lap that she long forgot

sometimes hiding underneath the bushes

 safe as in the arms of a lover that she never had;

valour hissing in her breath

gallantry flying in her hair.

The war is over.

The male soldiers of her group enter her tent

in celebration;

they come upon her

one by one and all together

in a masculine excitement

screaming victory,

"the war has ended" - they shout in triumph.

She is not part of the war anymore,

 the war lives in her now;

And for her the war continues.

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