Fallout

It chokes and suffocates my spirit and
mutates my soul beyond recognition.

And you - the bomb - oblivious (uncaring) to
the wreckage left in your wake.

Human

I often cry alone.

Standing in the shower
forehead against the wet tile
I heave.

Water and tears mix together
so you can't tell one from
the other.

Because God forbid anyone find out

I am human.