7/8/2023 0 Comments The Offering by E.R. ArroyoSteam fills the room while I’m hit by a barrage of faces flashing in my mind like a volley of arrows, soaring high only to come down on me, piercing my heart. I thought fighting for honorable reasons would make my sorrow cease to exist, or at least make it bearable, but sorrow is all I know now. Before the flow evens out the water sputters and renders a loud thump that startles me. Waiting for the water to turn warm, I listen to it drawing from somewhere deep within the earth. The pipes squeal as I twist the shower knob. The adrenaline tricked me into thinking I had won. Until I walked away from battle with blood on my hands feeling more tormented than when I’d arrived. Right up until I dug my knife into human flesh. And I thought I could, right up until the night I pulled the trigger over and over. But I hoped somewhere in the process I would find peace. We fight for things like justice, equality, and freedom. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.
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