Written by Allison Riechman-Bennett
Art by Allison Riechman-Bennett
A soldier becomes a soldier when all is blinding white. Bandages lend towards plaster set after a flash of gunfire.
How do I have my words apart from my writing? It mirrors blood seeping through steri-strips and gauze. I will never face war as close as ones that shudder theatres or drown hushed crying in tunnels.
So why do my words keep trying?
Infancy puzzles intellects in their prime but gangrene and cauterizing shouldn’t phase me.