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there is the air. turns eyes. red. tired. off.
she spent the time drawing houses on the wall. turned fall. out. shelters.
then the atomic mushroom cloud. to match the one on the skin.
it is 4:22 am. stare at the ceiling. from the floor.
it is 5:40 am. t minus 2o minutes, she replied. 1 hour to sleep.
.25 to drink one last cup of coffee. then draw back the shades and watch the smoke rise. and. shape. and skin melts. and hair burns. the world turns white.

the door opens. was it a long wait.
thank fuck for coffee.