The ignorance of names
You say: there was no name for that which drove us.
I whisper:
There is never a name for that.
Names don't know
The blood in the veins of our silence.
Background: a conversation between my mother and another survivor.
You say: there was no name for that which drove us.
I whisper:
There is never a name for that.
Names don't know
The blood in the veins of our silence.
Background: a conversation between my mother and another survivor.