I was laying on a bed of soot

Wearing nothing but white

Because if anyone likes to pretend

They are a virgin

It is me.

I stand and begin to look around

To see if there are any survivors.

Do you think anyone could live through

The nuclear bomb

I have just set off?

I look down at my hands

I’ve still got all my fingers

I move my dress back

And my toes are still there.

I want to say something out loud

But would anyone really hear me?

When I slept I was told the world was flat

That nobody had crossed the blue water

To see if there was land anywhere else.

When I woke

I didn’t know East from West

Up from down

Whether I was completely alone

Or there were many around me.

I didn’t know if this was death

Or it was life.

 

all is not lost

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