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Night smoke choked the jagged city 

Skyscrapers groaned like ships melting in napalm

And fires flared with apocalyptic roars

As burning floors collapsed

And blew out the windows

 fireballs like giant phoenices

Taking flaming flight

The smoke caught an orange haze

Smoke columns like coal-black giants rising

With great clubs on their shoulders

And the city was quiet

Aside from the roar of flames

Cars abandoned in the never-ending dead wind

But no bodies, no survivors

No strangers, no kin

Only ash falling like filthy snow

At the end of the world 

Alone there, I walked, horrified

Powerless 

My face painted orange in the flames

The glister of crimson in my eyes

And glinting my lower lip

Nearby, a building collapsed and sent a shockwave

Of ash

I raised my hands and and cried out

As a gray-black ocean rushed over me 

Blinded me

And when it settled

Hanging heavy like dust motes in the air

I was baptized in the ash

And when I could see

I stood there

Looking at my arms 

My hands 

That's when I wept

And cried out for help

Not because my city was dying 

Not because my home was burning

Just because I was dirty and scared

And alone