No one looks like a villain once dead.
There is no threat in a lifeless body,
In screaming mothers and weeping daughters.
Once exposed, his blood is no longer posion.
Once tested, his humanity is no longer questioned.
No one looks like a villain for laughing.
But there is nothing funny about stringless puppets.
There is no empowerment in pure hatred.
Once exposed, we become worse than our enemies.
Once tested, our empathy is no longer unconditional.
She was born in the radiation era,
A veil of marble covers her eyes,
Her lids webbed in waves:
They were stitched too tight
to permit the penetration
of the perpetrator.
when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.
it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.
and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,
it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered
I like to write poems
bejeweled with heartbreak philosophy
In which i equate the illusion of love to
Religious salvation.
(Something real for many, yet not quite tangible)
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