magoski
"And yet, O Brother—if ever I do, let the ink be blood, and let the paper be mine own skin.
One day,
we will be together again.
Do you hear me, Sister?
The flags in our hands are not warnings.
They are roses.
They are veins.
They are the maps of where our bodies fall.
And when the drones descend,
and when the Trust records,
and when the world looks away,
this moment—
our voices—
will still bloom.