Nuclear war
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Her eyes were a deep-set amber
Her face was crusted with dust
The end of the world had started
and all she could do was watch.
Nuclear warfare never paid off.
Two sides
the first was the universe’s manifestation
Of the vivacious planet, we call our home
Will the second come with our presence still here?
The devastation.
A boom.
It floods in,fills up,crushing,hungry.Dragging, panicked.Whose hands?Mine.One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
