Nova : Writing

American PTSD

American PTSD

A Poem by Nova


I curl up like a ball in my bunksirens and shots resonate outsideI pull the covers over my headscreams and laughter fill the airI reach out for a fami..
When Iron and I Were One

When Iron and I Were One

A Poem by Nova


When Iron and I were OneHave you ever had this longing,every time you look toward the stars, as if you were missing something?A constant pull or tug,c..