mushroom clouds in my rearview,
i kiss the fallout like it’s you—
neon ash on my tongue,
sugar-sweet oblivion.
we slow-dance in the heat-flash,
barefoot on the cratered tarmac;
your laughter clicks Geiger,
my heartbeat skips a beat—then flatlines.
if this is the end, baby, let it be
the prettiest apocalypse we ever screamed.