Sep 29, 2025
what a privilege
to hold my whole world
the moon, the stars—
her eyes.
what an honor
to feel bosnia’s rivers
and ukraine’s black soil
burn down into one fire,
one crooked flag of flesh and spirit.
under my fingertips,
there’s the weight of tomorrow—
bloodlines that will crawl out of us,
stubborn, laughing,
screaming into the night,
refusing to die.
destinies sharpened like knives,
yet tender as bread warm from the oven.
this love,
it’s no accident—
it’s a new country,
a motherland built
from our shadows and our hunger.
@cats1zed-stomatch 💜
