Book of Revelation
by Aliya Backstrom
you are Gideon,
skies opening, peach juice dribbling down my chin, scalding holy water
with your fingertips, you choked the stars,
until even the dust could not survive.
as everything opened up,
and the atomic-bomb coloured sky stared back at me. now
I remembered Icarus
aliya backstrom (she/hers): a queer soul grasping for her identity - I sob over feeling lost constantly. enthralled with cinema, art, beauty, literature - what the world always desperately needs. also a lover of tattoos, tea, equality, and people of color. I'm slowly and surely trying finding my voice, because being vulnerable is what makes life worth living.