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the apocalypse burned crimson
skies blazed vivid tangerine
apartments charred burnt umber—
neon signs flashed atomic green.
electric pink Barbie-doll billboards
saturated the radiant scene
they read Welcome Home, Armageddon
in highlighter aquamarine.
the highways glittered metallic
with abandoned gunmetal machines;
what a glossy, desolate waste land,
stinking of warm gasoline.
and over the empty penthouses
glowed a violet completely obscene;
yet, facing this picturesque doomsday,
the city was— strangely—serene.
(Published in The Dazed Starling, 8th Edition)
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