The End of The World
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.
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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