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Land Mine
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We both froze at the sound of the land mine. My comrade looked at me, his eyes wide. No words were needed; we both knew whose foot was above the mine. We both knew who would get to walk away alive, limbs intact.
It wasn’t going to be me.
Not that either of us was going to admit that out loud.
This isn’t the kind of thing that happens to you; it always happens to someone else. You hear stories about people going across the mine fields and never coming back. You never become part of the stories. It is always someone else who doesn’t get to take another step.
But this time it was me.
“Maybe,” he started,
Literature
Japanese Garden
Faded brass,
Stone floors cold and smooth,
Curling smoke.
Jagged path,
Stone lanterns glitter,
On the pond.
As you walk,
A shadow plays tricks,
Koi dart away.
Rough chipped wood,
A red railing curves
At the bridge.
Not long now,
Tea will be brewing,,
In your home.
Literature
and then the gods come forth
your lips were bleeding ichor,
as you dreamt beneath the universe
and i thought to myself...
i. head underwater, they watch you
with cassiopeia eyes as you
seep into her star-stricken skin
ii. we carved our names in hearts
on the flesh of dryads, arms
branched out, head full of sky
ever-expanding, infinity between
our fingertips,
but falling leaves
indicate that the tree is dying
iii. iii. you're like a flower in the winter,
storm tucked behind your ears, and
oblivion in the corners of your lips
the summer heat is getting to your head
fall-ing for you-is the season of change
(but have i not changed enough for you?)
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Well, what are you going to do? People have places to be. 
