home-invasion

This was where war happened, in someone__ backyard. Sometimes it was yours. Often, it was someone__ a world away. But it did happen. In this moment. In the next breath. Every day.Every day, someone lived in the midst of destruction and chaos. Every day, someone__ flower boxes filled with gunpowder__ haze, a child__ laughter turned to tears. There had been a day when someone watered those flowers in the evening__ peaceful quiet and the children caught fireflies in mason jars. And that day will come again, when the crickets and the bullets no longer have to compete for the night__ stage. But for now, all anyone could do was fight on the crickets_ behalf.