Pure-Juliana Baggot


You Barely Remember Much About The Detonations Or About Life During The Before. You Only Remember A Bright Flash Of Light, And Suddenly Your Fused. You Are Constantly Thinking About How The World Went From Amusement Parks, Movie Theaters, Birthday Parties, Fathers In Mothers, To Ash And Dust, Scars, Permanent Burns, And Fused, Damaged Bodies. And Now, At An Age Where Everyone Is Required To Turn Them Selves Over To The Militia To Either Be Trained As Soldeirs Or, If They Are To Damaged Or Weak, To Be Used As Live Targets, You Can No Longer Pretend To Be Small. You Are On The Run.
Burn A Pure And Breathe The Ash
Take His Guts And Make A Sash
Twist His Hair And Make A Rope
And Use His Bones To Make Pure Soap
There Are Those Who Escaped The Apocalypse Unmarked. Pures. They Are Tucked Safely Inside The Dome That Protects Their Healthy, Superior Bodies. Yet You Feel Isolated And Lonely. Different. You Think About Loss, Maybe Just Because Your Family Is Broken;Your Father Is Emotionally Distant; Your Mother Never Made It Inside The Dome. Or Maybe It's Claustrophobia; Your Feelings That This Dome Has Become A Swaddling Of Intensely Rigid Order. So When A Slipped Phrase Suggests Your Mother Might Still Be Alive, Will You Risk Your Life To Save Her?
Burn A Pure And Breathe The Ash
Take His Guts And Make A Sash
Twist His Hair And Make A Rope
And Use His Bones To Make Pure Soap
There Are Those Who Escaped The Apocalypse Unmarked. Pures. They Are Tucked Safely Inside The Dome That Protects Their Healthy, Superior Bodies. Yet You Feel Isolated And Lonely. Different. You Think About Loss, Maybe Just Because Your Family Is Broken;Your Father Is Emotionally Distant; Your Mother Never Made It Inside The Dome. Or Maybe It's Claustrophobia; Your Feelings That This Dome Has Become A Swaddling Of Intensely Rigid Order. So When A Slipped Phrase Suggests Your Mother Might Still Be Alive, Will You Risk Your Life To Save Her?




(Brown Hair. Green Eyes)

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