we were born nuclear --
glowing bones in supernova souls
and a volatile fire sparking under skin.
we were born screaming
in a world dead set on screaming back,
if only to drown out our voices,
cacophony of truth and lie and hurt.
we have been fighting since our first breath
fighting for each breath
as our lungs are torn to paper-mâché
under the concrete pressure of gravity.
this world is full of wolf teeth and dragon claws
all hungry things snapping at our heels;
run all we want, they'll still be stronger
but our knuckles are bruised with
stubborn pride, radioactive love.
i was born alone full of rage --
anything to survive another day in
this caged world of ours;
this world is pain and blood and spitfire
but i will live regardless --
in bandages and bruises and unbreakable hope