Aftermath

I don’t regret it.

Not one minute of it.

.

I see those days

and live them

like they were yesterday.

.

PTSD they call it,

I call it stigmata.

.

The cost of doing the right

thing, when the right thing

will cost you everything.

.

Have you ever given

your blood,

sweat,

grime,

grit,

soul,

sanity,

innocence,

fortune,

passion,

pain,

past,

present,

future

to a cause that would pay nothing

.

but sorrow

if you were successful

and you did it anyway

because you knew

.

It was the only decision

you would ever make

that mattered as much

as the decision

.

You were making at that moment?

.

I don’t regret any of it.

Not one tear.

Not one bloody tear.

Not one.

.

Not one tear or

accusation fired

in the name of ignorance,

directed at the easiest

most vulnerable

.

target they could get served

on their plate of hypocrisy

for that day.

.

The flying ones

the monkeys all 12 of them

feasting on their bloody

dinner.

.

I shouldn’t have been there

they said.

.

I shouldn’t have been the one

they said.

.

It wasn’t right they said.

It was a crime they said.

.

She is alive

I said.