"After Auschwitz, there is no poetry" - Theodor W. Adorno
hope nailed to the cross
mankind at its darkest hour
there's no forgetting
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A poetic collaboration between Mother and son
By Jordan Adorno and Courtney Dyer
So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.
Your warm tears only leave me frozen.
Ice flows through your veins
Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!
Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into
your abyss.
Your fangs of poison limit my days as your words ravish my soul.
Everything you touch crumbles, I witness as you punch the blood-stained rattle, and
I fall into a loveless void.
Barren of empathy, your actions bring me nothing but hostility.
Tell me again the definition of bliss.
For in this wretched life this fact I have missed
I imagine dying, naked in the snow; you dare not to see
I endeavor in wanderlust, wanting courage to flee.
Yet I am no longer your snow queen; I am fearful and icy.
You offer me no benevolence, solace, or a trace of a happy sensation.
Now I hold my garnished gun, fantasizing of the bloodbath of your obliteration.
Co-written by Jordan Adorno
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