Cute Radiation Syndrome
in my basement room
they don’t see me
like some roach
boasting that
as humans
go im ok
another poetry spent
orange under press
where words went
daily sess vents
upside nuclear
explosion
exit epicenter splintered,
tilted, and it’s winter as
I’d die than be Florida
skin chunked slips
like past identity
exoskeleton
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This is so powerful, and I want to know what it means so bad. Thanks for sharing it. Whew. I’ll try to go exhale now.