"The Thousand Yard Stare" by Anna McCluskey

 The shadows that blurred our sightline trained us to asssociate it with danger. Movement fast like the sea; if left behind old allies, now corpses, as weeping civilians cry out and static plays the anthem of our cause. Our sight was tainted beyond belief as blood struck sand.

 The minute shimmers in the eyes that devoured eagerly, now leave nothing but a starving husk of what we once believed in.

 The hand on time struck like bullet rain;

 A songbird's call that runs a melody fierce, uniting all hearts to beat as one.

 But there is nothing here for us here to unite under.

 All that's here are orders from static voices and the songbird's
  call ever distant.

 We are   detached
  from the living.
 Until we aren't.

             
Anna McCluskey is a double major in Theatre Stage Management and Creative Writing. She is so excited to have her works submitted to the Waldorf Literary Review!