Made In Chernobyl by Viza
I feel woven to the ground,
disguised in a gown you dream up.
Eyes sowed shut right down to the bone
but the chalice reminds me of home, let me out.
Why did you flinch?
When all I have been asking
is to steer me from your fears my love.
Once, twice, thrice isn't enough.
The devil grins in my cup and my soul.
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