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There were only a few signs at first:
Rumors on the streets,
sidelong glances and knowing looks,
specific questions and awkward conversations.
Then it became more obvious:
Outright accusations,
those close to me getting ready,
news from (un)verified sources.
The explosion came long after:
It shook the ground as ire spewed from our mouths,
sending people nearby running for cover.
Smoke billowed out from our ears and noses.
Words, like flaming comets raining to the ground,
littered down and burned both of us.
We hissed and seethed like bubbling water, burning anyone
that was unfortunate enough to be close to us.
The radioactivity alone was the silent killer,
the air too toxic to breathe in.
We were immune to the poison, since we were the source,
so we drank it in as it killed our lungs.
The fallout was shocking; nothing was spared.
Everything that remained was reduced to rubble and ashes.
We sat in silence for a while as we took this in.
There was no hope for an "us" anymore.
What came next was a nuclear winter.
Ashes cascaded down, like snow, like tears.
The whole world was nothing but grey and black,
with streamers of red and gold burning brightly.
Dead silent was the volume inside my head.
All I could see was grey and red and gold.
Everything tastes like dust and poison.
What had compelled us to launch this attack?
They said look for life among the dead.
Something good must have come out of the wreckage.
Everything living is twisted and mutated
from the radiation that seeped into this wasteland.
Until we spot a patch of blue among the grey above,
there will be no sunshine left in my head.
Until we find life that's living and whole,
this wasteland will remain a graveyard.
Rumors on the streets,
sidelong glances and knowing looks,
specific questions and awkward conversations.
Then it became more obvious:
Outright accusations,
those close to me getting ready,
news from (un)verified sources.
The explosion came long after:
It shook the ground as ire spewed from our mouths,
sending people nearby running for cover.
Smoke billowed out from our ears and noses.
Words, like flaming comets raining to the ground,
littered down and burned both of us.
We hissed and seethed like bubbling water, burning anyone
that was unfortunate enough to be close to us.
The radioactivity alone was the silent killer,
the air too toxic to breathe in.
We were immune to the poison, since we were the source,
so we drank it in as it killed our lungs.
The fallout was shocking; nothing was spared.
Everything that remained was reduced to rubble and ashes.
We sat in silence for a while as we took this in.
There was no hope for an "us" anymore.
What came next was a nuclear winter.
Ashes cascaded down, like snow, like tears.
The whole world was nothing but grey and black,
with streamers of red and gold burning brightly.
Dead silent was the volume inside my head.
All I could see was grey and red and gold.
Everything tastes like dust and poison.
What had compelled us to launch this attack?
They said look for life among the dead.
Something good must have come out of the wreckage.
Everything living is twisted and mutated
from the radiation that seeped into this wasteland.
Until we spot a patch of blue among the grey above,
there will be no sunshine left in my head.
Until we find life that's living and whole,
this wasteland will remain a graveyard.
Literature
Nuclear
i was waiting for the fallout
and told you to hide in the bunker, locked behind the bedroom door
because i was a catastrophe, a blinding light of disaster,
And didn't I warn you to stay away; Why won't you listen?
There may be flowers in my hair, but they're ashes in my hands
and i destroy everything i touch
And this is why I don't hold you when you cry
'cuz it only makes it worse
and leaves the gash in your side with the aftertaste of rot
from where i tried to kiss away the pain.
And try as i might,
I can't fix you,
so please stop asking me.
there's still dirt under my fingernails from the time i tried to plant a garden,
but only
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would a scientist call this joy
let the ashes fall to the ground;
in this wake we will build a stronger Rome,
with a pantheon like upturned palms.
the ocean roars, warns of
a storm to come, and we drag our boats
to the shore, not a second spilled on
idle chatter. let the waves explode,
because we have nothing to lose now
that our angels have fallen and our
demons ascended. God is hiding in
his bomb shelter.
i once built a chariot from the remains
of Dante's coffin, with wheels carved from
limestone desperation, but it could not
carry me further than the next gas station
where you waited to drag me back.
don't let the wings on my shoes
deceive you, i can be devilish, i am
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Fracture, #4
And my memories all came
back to me in bodybags
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This was a long poem
I decided to compare a bad breakup to a nuclear explosion.
Enjoy
Edit: oh wow I just noticed there was something missing in this poem. Now it's fixed XD
Edit #2: Oh. My. God. This got a Daily Deviation!! Thank you so much, everyone who viewed, commented, and favorited this poem!! And thank you doughboycafe for making this a DD!!!
I decided to compare a bad breakup to a nuclear explosion.
Enjoy
Edit: oh wow I just noticed there was something missing in this poem. Now it's fixed XD
Edit #2: Oh. My. God. This got a Daily Deviation!! Thank you so much, everyone who viewed, commented, and favorited this poem!! And thank you doughboycafe for making this a DD!!!
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I think you have a good point here.