A child should be the future, not the past.
Six. . .. eight at most.
His face a flower beginning to bloom.
A boy beginning to wake to truth.
The truth in this place is sarin gas.
It paralyzes the diaphragm,
is a nerve agent that makes it impossible for people to breathe.
They tear off their clothes.
They claw at the air.
They are being strangled by something they cannot see.
The struggle wrenches them into grotesque positions
The soul watches in disbelief
as body is stripped from it.
The boy had plans.
He was going to be a lawyer or doctor.
He was going to play soccer on Sunday.
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