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

filled with hatred

always fighting over a line.

Now there was nothing left.

And her sister,

her sister was gone.

Note:

I’m writing a verse novel. Yup, that’s me! Just going to post one poem at a time, working out the kinks, stuff like that. It’s a story about two sisters, navigating a nuclear apocalypse, their relationships, and their journeys.