Hiroshima Dreams

August 14, 2008
By christine garibian, Glendale, CA

Explosions in the sky.
Bursts of violent light.
The essence of my dreams
All unraveling before my
Unbelieving eyes.

Sparks mix with tears
In their race
To hit the dirt,
Leaving the first
Of many
Burned tracks
On my unmarked cheeks.

Reality struck me;
Struck me hard.
The world came down upon
My head
In the shape of a
Mushroom cloud.

And now all I can do
Is wait for this Hiroshima
To end.
Wait to see which dreams
Crawl out of the rubble,
Morphed from radiation.
Barely alive
And almost dead.

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