"The second victim, Krystle M. Campbell, 29, was at the marathon finish line to cheer for her boyfriend..." slnm.us/SZXWki7
— Salon.com (@Salon) April 16, 2013
Here's the small huge thing. Every bomb, every single one, every single where, cuts the thread of life like this.
Every mass shooting. Every mass poisoning. Every gas attack. Every bullet fired under the Geneva Convention. Every black site.
Every time, there is a world of people around the target, the victim, the injured, who go into that interruption with them.
And every single bomber, every single terrorist suicide bomber, wants one thing. Your pain, your fear, your death.
This is joy to them.
This is the small huge thing. Every shattering is unique for the day, the weather, the circumstance, the perfectly normal everyday civilian people it shatters. And it is huge for exactly that too.
Whoever you are, bomber, enjoying our grief, our shattered bodies, our sobbing children -- for you nothing but a little sadist -- one day not too soon, you too will be small huge thing.
Sleep well.
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