What If

Scents lead me to an empty room

Not a forced rush

The silence was deafening.

White flag still blowing above the battlefield

Where bodies are strewn about

Leaving nothing to the imagination.

After all armies are dead

Is it too late

To finally relent?

What if we could have avoided this

With the warmth

Of an honest conversation?

Remove the flag

Wipe my hands

Decided I won.


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