while the burning embers lick at my feet,
while the smoke bursts my lungs with its untameable force,
while sirens blare and chaos rules,
i blind myself with books.

while poison hisses in a snake's tongue,
while ammunition hurtles towards my heart,
while everything around me collapses,
i wrap myself in words.

it cannot hurt me if I do not look up.

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Sorry for not writing in a while, and that I've come back with this. It's not great, I am already aware of that. But I guess it's true, maybe I do feel like books are my armour in disguise.

e.