I tried to Write Today

For Hind

I tried to write today.

But all that came out was ash and smoke.

I tried to write today.

But my roars turn to dust, caught in my parched throat.

I tried to write today.

But my mind fills with Hind—six—trapped in her car

amidst the now lifeless bodies of her family.

No rescue coming.

My tears want to scald my cheeks with their fire—

But they’re stuck.

My wor…