☁︎｡⋆☾｡salem

the day my core detonates…

your memories of me

will begin to fragment and half-life.

sunshafts will —beam— through soot injection and resentment.

what was once an engrained, primal duck-and-cover response, now reignites a sensation you had long beforehand forgotten.

raised hair…

goosebumps…

you feel warm again.

thawed permafrost, your previously toxified soil now boasts sunflowers.

winter is over,

and my radiation doesn't make you sick anymore.

40 years post fallout

my photo will sit in the drawer of your desk, just like one of Becquerel's uranium crystals.

—etching— its hidden pill bottle shaped silhouette onto the papers underneath.

there was never enough iodine to make -you- stomach me.

despite us knowing that truth was always hardest to swallow…

forgetting is healing,