post apocalyptic
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I was fifteen years old when the nukes came
The war in Europehad spilled into the westnow we were all at war.
And I still feel a sense of sorrowof losswhen I think about it.
I found her on the kitchen floor.
She’d had a seizure.
I was terrified.
She’d had seizures before.Sometimes she’d just stare into spaceHoping that nothingnesswas something more.
Oh, when the end cameIt was a thief in the nightIt was so sudden
We were not prepared…
We were caught off guardFear was frozen inside usThe sky had fallen.
We thought we had more time…
