i wasn’t born.
i was accelerated.
hurled from the mouth like anorexia
had always known nervosa
—
held at gunpoint
and released to binary collision.
two stars made of lightning fear and trauma
like they were meant to swallow the cold
and we called it love.
i was what pulsed after.
don’t ever call it a miracle.
i am proof
that gravity has favorites
and pain makes a joke like mass
and yes—
sometimes you survive the impact
only to create a crater.
i was not born.
i was detonated.
my words are knives in deadly silence
and the light you see
is just the supernova
that survived-
collapse.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece marks a departure from my usual tone. It is not about grief, not about god, not about love. It’s about force. Collapse. Aftermath. “gravity has favorites” is my origin myth: scientific, surreal, and unforgiving. It’s for the ones who weren’t born gently — but released into motion like a threat. This is the first piece in a new series I call collision theory.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
This poem took on extra meaning for me in that I Portuguese The word gravity also means pregnancy so the duality. Nicely done
The very title challenges one of the most common assumptions : that gravity applies equally to all. Some are born gently, with love; others are expelled even when in the womb. They are unwanted right from birth. They are destined to a sorry life….
Conflict existed even in those who came before. The birth was just a by-product…
The point about the impact and the crater is impactful… You can hardly walk away from a blow being totally unscathed. It has to leave some effects on you. Physical or emotional. The crater is there as proof that the contact had an effect.
Words are knives. They are also nuclear weapons, whose radioactivity drift far, far away and penetrate everywhere; there is no escape from them. For how long can you hunker down in an underground bunker ?... In Japan the radioactivity lasted many decades
“and the light you see
is just the supernova
that survived-...”
Thus, the poet appears like a bright light but was the product of a collision...
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Some have a smooth entrance into life others it is alot bumpier ride, nicely expressed and written
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