a subatomic nuclear collision.
he sees sparks of red and implosions that curl like a garden sprinkler. the race cars collide. behind him 2 girls holding up signs crumple to the ground and an h bomb bang shakes his teeth together like a model skull in a bio classroom. cracks in the movement cracks of his mouth. crash clash of over 5 Gs, he sits under a hangar and watches bombs explode. red crumbles to chassis coughing up smoke that catches on his fingers. crust turned mantle, spinal cord inside out. cherry red car and cherry red blood. no survivors.
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please don't die
Poetryafter dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
