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A War From Afar

  • Writer: Slavic Voice
    Slavic Voice
  • Jan 25
  • 1 min read

The war didn’t reach me with sirens.

It came through Wi-Fi,

through a notification buzzing

between homework and dinner.

From here, the sky was quiet.

No bags packed by the door.


I watched another country learn

What fear sounds like.

I learned it sounds like buffering,

Like videos cutting off mid-sentence,

because school starts at seven.


From here, war looks clean.

A map.

A headline.

Red arrows moving east.

It’s easy to forget that arrows

don’t bleed


So I speak when I can.

I remember when it was inconvenient.

I refuse to let comfort turn into forgetting.

Because even from here

Silence would still be a choice.


 
 
 

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