Challenger
this time, we stay silent like justice at the edge of the world: we tell ourselves that blood is just blood, that if we bound each other in history, history will suffocate the memory, and memory will suffocate the misery. “we’ll deal with it later.” we'll deal with our shadows bleeding down our tongues to haunt us, our past thick with excuses to keep us whole, our voices threaded in silence to protect us. this time, we stay silent but when does later become too late and when does history become some unjust mystery as we flee from the pleas, our heartbeats like a eulogy for families across the...