Hot sand and Skittles
A fast, blurry dance with death
They take it all home.
—Ximei
Soft airplane noises
Colbert glides down at their feet
"Better." You fucking rock.
—Ximei
Dress blues with a sword
Big guns, exotic beauties
What got you to join?
—Ximei
Cease fire, shouts Brad
Hard to watch them winning that
war, losing the peace.
—Ximei
They're sending us
all out here to die, good men
FOLLOW MY TRACERS!
—Ximei
