"They know war
like a mother's gaze."
(TW) This might be a heavy poem for some, but it's about the lowest of humanity, based on the attack on an Afghan maternity ward. Thank you for reading x
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: The smell of burned rubber lingered as we approached the last Race. One more for old times’ sake with Bruce. Rolling terrain, with rockslides and a hill to finish. Hig...
"They know war
like a mother's gaze."
(TW) This might be a heavy poem for some, but it's about the lowest of humanity, based on the attack on an Afghan maternity ward. Thank you for reading x
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: The smell of burned rubber lingered as we approached the last Race. One more for old times’ sake with Bruce. Rolling terrain, with rockslides and a hill to finish. Hig...