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Afterwards, we’ll all remember having seen it coming
I’m an atomic bomb of a woman
living in a hand grenade dress
a chest charged with bullets
trip wires for eyelashes
dressing my catastrophic dead
I want my remains
to be wheeled through London
stopping traffic without care
angry drivers shouting obscenities
forgetting in the end
we all ride out with no address
and I feel as if
I’m marching through Leningrad
tattooing Chernobyl on my thigh
howling through the rubble
of my ground-zero heart
because I’m war-torn, love—
I speak to destroy
drowning in secrets and suicide
watching bodies pile up
year-upon-year
some nights you’ll find me
a metal pin between my teeth
wanting to taste
exactly what its like
to exist without fear
Published 12th Jun 2024
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12th Jun 2024 3:02pm
"howling through the rubble
of my ground-zero heart "
This caught my eye the most. the pain you have to feel at ground zero is not like any other. the sound from the tragedy is unmistakable and unforgettable.
Strong spill. Felt it. Fia xoxo
of my ground-zero heart "
This caught my eye the most. the pain you have to feel at ground zero is not like any other. the sound from the tragedy is unmistakable and unforgettable.
Strong spill. Felt it. Fia xoxo
