radiated heat
microwaving your skin
boiling the blood
facing head on
the atom bomb
crucifix shrapnel
piercing
leaving splinters
too holy to be tweezed out
suffering for ever
sleeping under judging stars
dreaming in agony
begging for victory
in Russian Roulette
and for one last kiss
from a succubus
To not fear
means being a martyr
for the magic
in your own life
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I would like to translate this poem
magic in life. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.