the time is 856am. the sound of warring factions echoes distantly, moving toward neutral territory. flanked by two silent countries, i can only wait. an air raid siren begins to shriek, the thudding of footsoldiers running to attack my position
MOMMY! VEWSAILLES NOT GIB ME OATMEAL
were there more violent words ever uttered? i am not awake. i am vulnerable.
AN’ VEWSAILLES NOT TURN ON OCTONAUTS
he is truly wronged.
THATS NOT TRUE HES LYING
italy stirs in her cradle. she must not wake and join the volatility. i must mediate quickly under threat of gunfire.
all is calm
the cannons are firing again
Danielle Perez is a former PNWer & poet based out of indianapolis who enjoys humourposting online. when she’s not penning depressing sonnets to her crushes, she is taking magnificent photos of fruit.