This is about a woman and her child running from the war in Urikaine. The feel of warm water clensing her body as she reflects on her journey.
“The Refugee” She stood naked as the soft sprinkling of water cascaded down her war torn body. The scent of concrete dust still in her veins. The sound of bullets still ricocheting through her brain. Black powder on her skin. The long frozen road. The nights without sleep. Her baby in tow. The raping of her soul. Running for life, Away from the fight. Leaving footprints in the snow. Bloodied glass on her domicile floor. Her tears poured as the water caressed her tried body washing away those sins. A bar of soap will never erase. A fountain of warmth will never reclaim. She somehow survived those evil men. Reflecting the life she led before they came. The warm water streams down her naked body. 3/12/2022
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