Here’s Day 16: Chasms
From Stronger Than Blood.
And yet, there they were. My cousins.
They didn’t have bullet holes in their heads, ending their lives instantly.
No. It was as if each one took a bullet to their chests and then when it impacted their hearts, those bullets exploded from the inside. There were bits of bone, sinew, and skin on their clothes and the ground around them. And dark, bubbly, nearly black blood pooled in those gaping chasms.
© Sarah Doughty
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