“No Lullabies, Only Triggers” By Marina Orlova
This piece began with a kite made from a plastic bag and a thread of hope.
A boy in Gaza launched it into a burning sky.
It got caught on barbed wire.
So did he.
That was the last time anything flew.
“Kite Named Tomorrow” is my act of remembrance. A lyrical graveyard of stolen childhoods—weaponized in Congo, starved in Yemen, torn apart in Afghanistan. Each object—a doll, a burger, a crayon, a thread—is a relic of lives the world scrolled past.
I am not here to soothe.
I am here to remember what was erased.
To sew bodies back together with words.
To name the unnamed.
To build a future for a doll left hanging on a wire.
Because this is what artists do.
We carry what was abandoned.
We refuse to disappear.
We make space for the ghosts.
And we speak for the silenced—no matter how many times they try to shut us up.
I’m Marina Orlova.
This is my war cry in lace and ash.
My weapon is art.
My mission is memory.
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