nulla, goddess of semi-automaticsi.
she spoke slow and silent,
her tone the ash of all civilization
choking on its last forest.
"don't let them see you
blink, don't give them
an inch of ivy in your fortress.
promise me, child."
you nodded, solemn
as the horizon
blanketed by dusk
and distant gunfire.
you could smell the fumes
of cheap liquor set ablaze
as he exhaled, unrepentant
in the face of your garden.
"don't let them know
you're weak, don't give
those bastards the satisfaction
of leaving me.
promise me, mine."
you did not blink
as your palm struck his nose
full force, didn't blink
when they opened the door
to blood-soaked lace and
pooling mouth sputtering
a barrage of hate.
they looked at your face
for a sign of weakness
and found an icon,
glorious fire of heaven
you trained the sights
of your rifle on trees marked red,
splintered bark with dark
"won't let them see me
blink, won't be caught unawares,
won't be weak."
cast my bones
familiar anticipationthere's traffic on the Milky Way tonight;
sparks broadcast throughout the world,
speeding in dazzling light against
stellar murals splattered with wishes
from us, foster children of tomorrow.
champagne bottles will become empty,
matches are about to turn into ashes
and the atmosphere will be preserved
solely on photos taken without depth,
so let's dream on with nothing to lose
and twirl around in feathery steps.
hurricanes in the earthly hourglass
shape mountains and flatten hills,
but we stand our ground proudly
believing in one another. at midnight
we will spread our arms wide
and embrace the divine balance.