Tanks

Hungry tanks munched through the fields, chewing and spitting the remains back onto the ground. When they realized humans used them for personal gain, they lost passion and coated the metal in a deep tint of rust. Planes hovered just above the trees and sprinkled pesticides down to coat the skin in an inescapable fire spreading by touch.

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  1. Michelle Johnson on

    I am transported to thoughts of the Vietnam war with this story. You make me wonder about agent orange and its effects on the people who had to endure it. Have a great day.


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