Body Count

 They ask me what my body count is…as if the amount of people you killed is justifiable. As if the amount of love you can give someone else is enough. as if grief could be explained. They ask me what my body count is but refused to ask me how many versions of myself I killed along the way to get to where I am. They ask me what my body count is as if the amount of people I’ve left behind is measured and meaningless.