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this city is a planet / radioactive


my heart is too big for my chest and

you smile like the world isn’t ending soon

catch stars as they fall in the west sky

and i wanna bleed till i’m empty too / / where are you?


this city is a planet / radioactive

and my parents wonder why i’m acting out

fissile skin / summer sin / things that split uncontrollably

making stars out of chain reactions


darling / i need things / to hang on the ceiling

i’m bored / wanting / more

early mornings / learning warnings

off my bedroom floor


the walls are too close to touch

and nobody here talks much

i hate the quiet just like i miss home


this city is all panic / stirred out of static

burning houses leaking at the mouth

fickle rain / running paint / think i wait for you constantly

paper hearts drying in the bathtub


darling / i need things / to cover cracks in the ceiling

i won’t / watch them / grow

early mornings / searching warnings

for things i don’t know


maybe i want too much

and pretty things hurt to touch

i love the broken glass like i loved you


this city is erratic / it looks like your absence

i think the sadness is a habit now

i grab the sun on its way down


’cause darling / i need things / to leave on the ceiling

and your / boarded / door

early mourning / curdling warnings

just beneath my pores


fissile skin / running thin / and my hands full of you and me

making stars out of chain reactions





 

Editors: Claudia S., Leila W.

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