!!exciting news!! One of my poems is going to be in an art exhibition for charity soon! One of the first times I’ve submitted work anywhere and it feels like a far fetched dream.
like a hot butter knife.
Whittling me down to bone marrow –
Fragments of my internal structure, bare.
Head in the mushroom clouds.
Your silhouette eerily similar to
both a jewelry box ballerina and
a spinning saw blade in the thick smoke.
What comes for me now is
revenge dressed as mercy.
Ending the world beside you –
Whatever tremble felt from the earth is only me
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2025-04-21 at 04:02
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armageddon
Sweet kisses that melt through the skinlike a hot butter knife.
Whittling me down to bone marrow –
Fragments of my internal structure, bare.
Head in the mushroom clouds.
Your silhouette eerily similar to
both a jewelry box ballerina and
a spinning saw blade in the thick smoke.
What comes for me now is
revenge dressed as mercy.
Ending the world beside you –
Whatever tremble felt from the earth is only me
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 12 times
Written on 2025-04-21 at 04:02
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