Collage of Cleavage

Now I know— the time has come for me to enter the war.
On the canvas of water unfolds the exhibition of your cleavage— before the final curve of your smile disappears, letters of red fire ignite in my chest:
"No freedom without resistance!"

I didn't yet understand— why the tender saplings on the rooftop garden suddenly lost their color, standing stiff and gray on the battlefield's edge.

Why, in the atoms of your body, is woven an unfinished declaration— "That's just how I am!"

Perhaps— when the last light of day dies, the roar of battle devours the dark.

Abstract shadows of waiting crawl like guerilla verses across my chest, drawing maps of fire— each line a slogan:
"Break the occupation!"
"Dispel the dark!"
"Raise the flag!"

Listen, comrade, listen— this war is not mine alone, it is yours, and his, and all who still keep their blood warm inside their hearts.

We will tear the face of night and raise the flag of dawn— until the last darkness melts into water beneath our feet.

14 August 2025 – 2:25 PM