Explosions in the heart (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English
There are wars no one sees,battles waged in the hollows of ribs,where silence is both weapon and wound,where love and loss burn in the same fire.I have walked through streets that echo gunfire,where the sky collapses into smoke,where the air carries the scent of endings,and yet—it is not the bombs that shatter me,but the quiet after,the way grief lingers like dust in the lungs.Your name is written in the ruins of my pulse,each syllable an ember refusing to fade.I carry it like a fragment of shattered glass,pressed deep beneath my skin,cutting, always cutting,so I do not forget.Tell me,is love not its own kind of war?Do we not detonate in each other’s arms,collapse into ruins built for two?Do our hearts not scatter like debris,longing for hands that will never gather them whole again?The world burns outside my window,but it is the quiet explosions in my heartthat leave the deepest scars.
