1. RUST

My palms pushed against the static
Embrace the white noise within.
My brain is running frantic
Holding my breath until the end.

Her light shines through,
Right through her vitals.
You can see the disease,
And still I feel spiteful.

Airwaves collectively seeping
Grasping what I can never hold.
Radiation fills my entire being
Now you've been told.

She loves me.
She loves me not.