Jul 3
Nuclear skin, and eyes...
Chemically bent, to erode.
Set me afire, and watch me explode--
watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.
I'm an active field...
Yielding blackened wheat,
for a [redacted] meal.
I'm an active field...
stealing slabs, of meat,
in lacerated weals.
Watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.
Chemically bent, to erode.
Set me afire, and watch me explode--
watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.
I'm an active field...
Yielding blackened wheat,
for a [redacted] meal.
I'm an active field...
stealing slabs, of meat,
in lacerated weals.
Watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.
I think it *****, but it was an experimental thing, I woke up with one line, burning in my brain. I am so intensely sun-fried and swollen, I feel radioactive; hence, the inspiration, for the poem.
I may repurpose the line, when I feel functional, again, and make something better, if I can.
I may repurpose the line, when I feel functional, again, and make something better, if I can.
