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wearemadeofblood

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Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “this was the story”

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wrappedallinwoe

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You are a weapon; and weapons don’t weep.

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“I am not asking for him to be spotless. I know there is too much blood on his hands to ever be wiped clean as he was when he was ten years old and the only blood he knew came from scraped knees and swollen knuckles. I am not asking for him to be free. I know that his hands are tied to his weapons now. I find blades under his skin, and mines buried in his heart, and bullets clenched between his teeth. I have spent hours picking out gunpowder residue from under his fingernails and between the lines of his palms. I know that his feet will always drag under the weight of a world he only thought to save. I am not asking for a miracle. I am not asking for the sun and the stars to move for him. I am not asking for a do-over, a fresh start, a time machine. I am not asking for absolution, even though I say he has done nothing wrong. I am not even asking for happiness, even though he damn well deserves it. All I am asking is a little peace so that he may sleep without his fists clenched battle-ready at his sides and ice dripping from his bones.”

— prayer from a soldier’s lover ( j.p. )