Red Lips And Diluted Shadows Poem by Agatha Eliza

The blood still lingers on the fences
behind the black flags, the barricades..
tired fighters, mechanically breathing
in the cadence of the bullets
hitting the concrete,
the bodies,
the sky
sucking the life out of everything.

Trembling pale hands, red soaring eyes
sleepless fighters with restless guns
there's blood pouring from their mouths
'Freedom' dies on those
red lips, frozen in
time..
the ground breaks, spines are cracking-
No life..just Gunshots!