No one warns you about how dried blood flakes and glistens like glitter that you just can’t seem to get off.
No one tells you how it all smells like metal or makes your stomach turn.
No one tells you the loudness of gunshots make your ears bleed.
No one tells you bullets burn the skin
No one tells you how fingers and hands sliding over the surface of a car paint desperation and fear that refuse to be ignored because it eats the enamel.
No one tells you.
I may never tell anyone either because it hurts my heart so much to say out loud.
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