The last one under the shoulder released some tension that has been building up for a while that’s in the grey zone where you just can’t reach without an extension rod
The first one pierced my heart and made me feel alive again. Really I thought I was dead, a zombie, unable to feel anymore, carrying the collective trauma of all of humanity in my breast plate
A later one sent percussive shockwaves through my bones shattering them into neat piles to sweep under the rug of historical colonialism that left no zone untouched
Another ricocheted through my mother aunt son brother father daughter oma breaking the chain of generations erasing the past preventing the future
The one that backfired blinded you enough to catch a glimpse of god shame guilt blame and retribution so that the next generation of children will continue the killing
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