A Record Of Delia's War [ BEST ★ ]

I sat in a stairwell afterward and cried until I threw up. Then I ate a cold potato. Then I wrote this.

Today she made it. Yesterday she didn’t try. The day before, a man was shot in that same five-minute window. But he was running, not crawling. Lin crawls. She wears grey. She moves like water. a record of delia's war

Delia’s war is not glory. Delia’s war is carrying a child through a city that wants her dead.” “Lin is gone. Not dead—I don’t think. Taken. A Bloc patrol kicked in our hideout door at 4 AM. They wanted the radio. Lin threw it out the window before they could grab it. Smashed on the pavement. But they didn’t know that. I sat in a stairwell afterward and cried until I threw up

I have written 847 pages. Some are soaked in rain. Some in blood. One in coffee—that was an accident. Today she made it