my heart is nuclear reacting
radioactive fuel rods
my heavy-water blood

this keeps me alive, moving
this cold blue power
this artifice of heat

somewhere inside a concrete-skin fabrication
tiny atoms clash tirelessly
running on a soul’s half-life

clutching radiation burns
(the perceptions of my engineered enemies)
squinting through the heat-shimmer of this intensity
at those who don’t listen
guardians of blood and black

through a concrete-framed window
my radioactive sun blushes welcome
home is where the (h)e(a)r(t)(e) is

how do i get out?

shrouded in this Isotope of Anger
my Hate 238

you’d better get back—
i think i’m reaching critical mass

*featured image photo credit: DALL⋅E 2