Poetry #3: Survival

Back again, man oh man, I've been doing a lot of these lately. Hope you guys are enjoying them. Let's get into it. 

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Iron

I think they forgot that our very blood is metal. Iron straight into our hearts. They may think they'll win, but we know they will have to bleed us to do so. 

We aren't afraid to die. 

We will bleed to save our families from the horror. We are forged from a fire they will never understand. Steel beaten until it can hold up against anything. 

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Guilt

There were days I did not think we would make it. Days filled with the screams of the damned. Now those screams only haunt our dreams. Blood dripping in guilt conscious's. It does not matter who we did to survive. We're still alive, and they aren't. 

At least that's what we tell ourselves in the dark. 

No one asks, and we don't tell. Would it be easier to just forget? We pretend we don't hear each other screaming at night. Sometimes I wish I was back there, at least the evil made sense. We had each other then, now we're truly alone. 

This seems too much like limbo. Neither living nor dead. We avoid each other, pray that we don't have to notice how deep the bags under our eyes are. I know they notice. Sometimes I still can feel the cold steel, and my own warm blood. I pretend I don't. 

It was easier when we could pretend we were innocent. That we did nothing wrong in escaping. But who did we leave behind?

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Survival

They do not know how much we listen to our primal instincts. They cannot figure out why the run from us, why they cannot meet our eyes. They don't know how much we love it when they flee. Like prey. 

I've heard them claim we are not animals, but I think they forget how basic our instinct to survive is. We are predators. Begging to sink our teeth into things. To fight and fuck. To eat and sleep. We wish for nothing more. They try to make us forget who we are.

We are the top of the food chain, and they have forgotten how to roar. 

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Come Back Soon!

Taila Out