Book of Revelation

by Aliya Backstrom

you are Gideon,

damned destroyer

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.