I
don’t talk about him, my son. I don’t acknowledge his exsistence. They ,ight
take away my daughter too. My husband is dead. Fought in a war that never
ended. He too, have been written out of exsistence, only by the memories of
people who forgot The Great War or who refuse to bring it up out of fear they might my pershish from record. David was right. We
know whats going on, we’re just in denial.
I'm not. Not anymore.
Killed my best friend in my face. A silent bullet to back of the head. They tried to kill me. But I woke up.
And I remember everything.
