They’re haggard,
dirty, ragged. But they’re alive.
This place
is made of scraps, whatever they could salvage.
But they’re
alive.
They lay us
on the floor.
Wash ash and
crusted blood from my skin. Drip water into my mouth till my tongue is loosened
and my throat is clear.
The little
girl comes, touches my face again.
“You’re here
to save us from the aliens, right?” she whispers.
“They’re
humans.” I whisper back.
“They have
green eyes.”
“It’s night
vision.”
“But you’re
going to stop them?”
And what do
I say? How can I tell her?
We’re never
gonna win.
Us? There's a whole community of them?
ReplyDeleteno, him and the other soldier.
ReplyDeleteShe's referring to the second "us".
ReplyDeleteoh! then yes. there's more than one of them. that's why it says 'they' as well. should I fix something? I did not realize it was so confusing.
ReplyDeleteI think it's fine.
ReplyDeleteIt makes sense to me.
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