magnetic
and explosive--
a toxic combination
destined to detonate;
certain to merge together
at the hands of fate
and loving hatred
(rooted much deeper
than either of us
would admit).
hiroshima
had nothing
on the acidic
pair we made--
but regardless,
we furiously
lit up the sky,
putting atomic
bombs to shame
with ease.
we were nuclear blasts
in all their ruinous glory.
at best,
the radiation
kept us warm
and at worst,
the mushroom clouds
would still hover
above our beloved
destruction;
Author notes
unsure about the title.
A contest entry
- mushroom by hilly.
300 points, ended November 16, 2007, 11 entries
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