| atomize their martyrdom, it becomes a TSUNAMIC VIRAL ATTACK we (3) stand on ancestral banks, holding out as waves of consumption fight to strip everything away as we slowly regain composer, in the satellite of our resistance, we pray for the fe to return to empty corners of bruised yet brazen hearts before long, he and she will shut down their veins cast off their roots bleach their skin white and find themselves : in the flicker of a late nite tellie floating behind reddened eyes, drained sinuses, fixed attention. haunted infant combatientes, tending to their wound with simple logic : all that they are now is all we can love. : |
| nuclear parental apparitions |