my heart is nuclear reacting
radioactive fuel rods
ignite
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
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