1:23:45 am
"BANG!" "BOOM!"
Clouds of radioactive waste
floated aimlessly
above numerous cities and towns
stretching for miles upon endless miles
and more people than could be counted,
perished in it's wake.
The end has come
to ensue it's power
and stake claim
on everyone, everywhere.
All life that started here
has vanished within the steam
that had become the air
they were forced to take in.
Countless populations down,
and many more to come;
the end is near.
Author notes
Thanks for reading.
Option #3
I had to pick the image, because recently I had written a piece about Chernobyl.
My mind kind of turned a little darker with this one, but I still think I'm satisfied.
Those that don't know of Chernobyl... I really invite you to read into it. You will
be amazed, saddened, and awe stricken as much, if not more, than I have been.
You will also walk away from the reading and images across the net,
a changed person.
In a list
A contest entry
- Soul Killers and Salt Pillars by Loki.
1650 points, ended January 3, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the fact that you have recently been turned on to the Chernobyl story. It is a passion of Loki's and he has shared it with me. The explicit imagery in this piece is amazing. Vocabulary was nice and I liked the structure. You also get mega bonus points for thoroughness. Creating a background for this piece shows that you took your entry seriously and put forth quite a bit of thought & care.
Very, very nice.
Thank you for your entry & good luck -
Once again, A wonderful write. I am really glad you picked up this topic and studied into it. The only stumble I had was in line 9. I believe "parished" should be "perished". A parish would be a county or township in Louisiana, were perish is dwindling or dieing.
Thank you Aimee for your write and best of luck in the contest.

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Oopsie... I believe you are right there.
Thanks for the comment and the bronze!
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Deep,
Makes me think of so many lost souls.
Well described, pen on my friend.
Much love, Timothy






