Poems

Account: Sable Varro

Entries:

• Entry: #13
• Entry: #14
• Entry: #15
• Entry: #16
• Entry: #17
• Entry: #18

Entry: #13


??-?-??? ABY
Day: ?
0:04 am

I don't dream of peace.
I dream of dirt under my nails,
blood on my tongue,
and silence that doesn't echo
like every name I've forgotten.


Entry: #14
??-?-??? ABY
Day: ?
0:15 am

They call them battle marks.
I call them reminders.
This one—
for the choice I didn't make.
This one—
for the lie I believed.
And this one—
for the version of me that never made it out.

Entry: #15
??-?-??? ABY
Day: ??
0:30 am

You talk about redemption
like it's a path.
But I've seen the road—
it's paved in ash,
and every step tastes like smoke
and a name you don't want to remember.

Entry: #16
??-?-??? ABY
Day: ??
01:30 am

I reach for a rifle
even when there's no sound.
I check the door twice.
I sleep with one eye open—
but I don't sleep.
Not really.

Entry: #17
??-?-??? ABY
Day: ??
02:05 am

Sometimes I feel carved out—
a shell filled with orders and static.
But I remember how the wind sounded
on Dantooine's cliffs.
I remember his laugh.
And I wonder what part of me
still lives there.


Entry: #18
??-?-??? ABY
Day: ??
00:38 am

It doesn't come back clean.
Memories crawl up from the gutter,
dripping static and smoke,
half-true, half-nightmare.
I don't know what's real anymore.
Only that it still hurts.