Bolt Gun - Cloud Rat

…The rising heat of a blistering cell, pulsating

Brass teeth that gnaw and grind

A collared neck that is raw

A woman alone holding a child

Playing unharmed and sweet

Fungus that evolves into the next type of species

Radiation silence.

Aging man in a chair

Violence.

Mourning.

Courage.

Resistance

Rupture the lungs.

Bolt gun to the temple

Endless sips from my glass of water

«I lay there again

Drops of sweat slowly sliding from my hairline.»