Fallout

Welcome to the boneyard, where not even the winds blow.

Sauntering about rising skeletons;

rusting steel extending out towards the heavens:

retracing humanities grave footprints;

where there is but littered streets and silent whirlwinds.

Scouring for leftovers to scavenge;

not only tangibles but sanity as well:

for even mentalities are ravaged

by splitting atoms raining nuclear hail.

Looking towards ruptured benedictions to defile

as death whips me from all directions like knives:

trekking chiseled, bruised surfaces while

pondering whether the unlucky are left dead, or alive.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Rose-Machine on deviant art.

Reviews

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Sauntering about rising skeletons;
rusting steel extending out towards the heavens:
retracing humanities grave footprints;
where there is but littered streets and silent whirlwinds.
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[demureminds]

Amazing descriptive style, imagery was also well crafted. Great write.

[Baby Ricochet]

"Looking towards ruptured benedictions to defile." OMFG. Where do you come up with some of these lines Tai? I mean that is seriously apacalyptic & I've met apacalyptic. I think I need a shot of heroin now.