Written by Emma Flynn
Art by Eddi Agurrie

is it safe where you are? 

she dips a pen in ink and blots out the sun, golden fingernails chipped and sharp and beautiful and dangerous.

i don’t know.

maybe. safe; safer than before, safer than homes built on paper foundations, safer than the choking and the calling and the crying, safer than carpools between asphalt and open sky, safer than mirrored pasts and those who suckle and steal and hold childhoods captive between eyeteeth.

 safer than before, maybe.

but a victim is always a victim, and a veteran is always at war.