Ghost children

Night
is a
toothless
mouth
and I
am an
out of
tune
accordion
heaving
deep and
wheezing
loud after
another
nightmare
full of
ghost children
and dead
soldiers.

Matthew Borczon is a writer and nurse from Erie, PA. He was a sailor stationed in the busiest combat hospital in Afghanistan from 2010-11. He writes about what he saw and the problems he has had since coming home. His work has been published in Busted Dharma, Dead Snakes, RASPUTIN, 1947, Dissident Voice and Big Hammer, among others. He recently won the Yellow Chair Review’s chapbook contest and his book A Clock of Human Bones will be published by them in early 2016.

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