War Couldn't Have Been Any Worse

• Amy Joubert, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

I sit in the trench hugging my sister holding on for dear life.
I hear a bang, and everyone cries out.
Everything is in slow motion.
People falling around me.
I see the light fade from everyone’s eyes.
My sister, everything I had left.
Gone.
Taken.
Fear engulfs me.
I hold onto my sister’s limp body, her blood running down my arms.
Her blood mixing with my own forming a dark crimson mess.
Tears run down my face.
It should have been me.