2 Works in Yelena Belova & Dottie Underwood
19 Feb 2019
Their faces. Each and every face, flitting through the darkness. Screaming, crying, pleading. No longer sure if it’s mine or theirs. More and more. Endless. Too many. Too. Many. For Russia. Russia. Россия.... survive? But I died long long ago.
"Do you remember my story about the Englishwoman? The one that put me out of action?" A nod. "This, this knife.... I was going to kill her with this knife. She-she was at my mercy, I could've- I could've just- I could've just...." I wanted to say killed her so desperately but the dull aching in my heart became too much and I had to look away.