Readjustment.
That’s what they said, only a few weeks before you can walk to the mall without seeing that Afghan woman you killed yesterday. Of course, she would have done the same to /you/ shot her husband because he couldn’t speak English

no
big
deal

only a matter of time until I forget
the taste of sweat
forget
the sight of blood
forget
her dying screams
when it’s only raining again

the-blood-is-on-my-hands

and though you say you understand
you’ll still cry
when I put the gun to my head
(this time)