The Trenches

By Chuyin Jin, Y10

Glancing at my miserable can 

Full of putrid crumbles

I threw away the bits

Waiting for the rats to feast

Irritated by the itch

I lit up a white candle 

Inches away from my skin

Wishing death upon those beasts

I tried to close my eyes 

Yet the sound of rifles

Woke me from my sleep 

As I rise with a drained mind

The mud meets my pants 

Along with the rotting flesh

Of my dear companion Frantz