Mykyta Ryzhykh

We fucked loudly all night while nuclear power plants mushroomed

We swallowed sperm so greedily

that it started to rain and the air bombs got wet

We kissed so passionately that flowers began to grow outside the cemetery

We jerked off for so long that during this time the neighbor’s children grew up

Basements are dark, so it’s easier

to have sex there

It’s too early for children to have sex, so they just sit silently in bomb shelters

The gun’s erection bursts out of screaming throats

Severed heads continue to give blowjobs

Trigger of cardiac atavism

Something exploded in a bright jet and splashed the walls of the bomb shelter:

Gun or strap-on?

Blood or sperm?