unclench your fists, my lover, the war is over now.
(i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.)
be gentle, my lover, the war is over now.
(i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.)
come home, my lover, the war is over now.
(i’m back at the place i left but home is gone where i cannot find it.)
sleep, my lover, the war is over now.
(the war follows me into sleep. i’m afraid i’ll never leave it behind.)
kiss me, my lover, the war is over now.
(my fingers still drip red and i do not want to stain you with them.)

— teach me how to be at peace again ( j.p. )