olivearmies march in time,olive by littleblueraccoon
shouting and stamping
into Vietnam swamps
with booming voices
and dirty boots.
a soldier can't keep up,
falls to the side in tall jungle grass
and vomits out his homesickness
into the damp shrubs.
while the American girl
giggles and taps her nails
on the grimy paint of the bar,
chewing the toothpick
of her martini.
outside, leaves curl into mulch,
and summer shrivels
like a rotting pea pod.
my name is zoë; i am an aspiring video game designer/animator.
i quite enjoy art, even though i'm not that fantastic at it, but i always aim for improvement! polite constructive criticism is always welcome!
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