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Love and Death, Part 1
Most poems are either about love, or about death. For this challenge write a poem or short story about one of the following, A) Love, but it is very sad. It cannot be about heartbreak. B) Death, but it is very happy. It cannot mention heaven in any way. It can mention Hell though.
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watch the world’s demise

your eyes

two of them

green

looking into me

your fingers

ten of them

all been broken

your consciousness

one thought

locked into mine

existentially

you complete me

metaphorically

I just unearthed all of the beauty in humanity

distilled in one moment that is

literally

two college kids in a library.

but I’m pretty damn sure

that this whole thing is a children’s game

let’s play dress up in

combat uniforms.

arrange ourselves by height, shoe size

skin color.

squabble because

she knocked over the marble track

or

he hid out of bounds

or

they took all the oil and called this fragment of Earth theirs.

can you imagine seeing us from outer space

an organism so infectious it’s on seven different brinks of self-termination

we turned our home inside out

broke the shield to let it burn.

It’s collateral beauty and

I’m watching like the fictitious god we’re all banking on

silly humans it’s almost time to say goodbye to the silly human race.

but our minds

see this at the same time

completely intertwined.

our purpose

multifaceted

to help one person so we can pretend we're making a difference.

our future

asymptotic in opposite directions

but tragically parallel the entire time.

it’s almost impressive how

we’ve trapped electrons and flung them so fast the ceiling lights up

thrown bits into algorithms so I can call on data from a server half a globe away

brewed sounds into syllables into words into existential conversations in a library.

with a magnifying glass up close

I think I found beauty in humanity but

what good does any of that do

if I’m too scared to ask you

if we can sit together when we watch the world’s demise.

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