I'm always feeling sick
but I'm certainly not feverish

I have this emptiness inside
though I can't tell
if it's in my stomach or
my heart

these faces
they're staring.
genderless,
they're not handsome and
deffinitely not beautiful.

Their lips are sewn shut,
and yet
they're screaming.

Telling me to pick things up
and yelling at me
when they're on the shelves.

And yet one stays silent
brilliant blue eyes
it tells me
unspeaking,
that everything will be okay.

Tomorrow
or in a billion years
the war will end
and so will my life.

It said
that's the only way out.
And I listened.