The Pale Verdict
The mud here does not merely stick to the boot; it claims it. It seeps into the stitching, into the pores of the leather, until the distinction between the soldier and the earth becomes a theoretical abstraction, a luxury of the mind rather than a fact of the body. I am running, or perhaps I am being dragged, the motion indistinguishable, my lungs burning with a fire that tastes of copper and...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen