Fission


The day I lost you,
There was an explosion.
Well, a series of explosions.
Atoms separated,
Shifted.
Heart under attack.
Soldiers guarded my soul,
But my spirit was left blood-splattered.
Dismembered.
Mangled.

With what was left,
I began to reassemble.
Deconstruction for the purpose of
Reconstruction.

You blew up my palace,
So I built a city.

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