treason was the reason

aortic, air raid wailing

uranium veined girl

inherently atomic

zero to infinity

benign to nuclear

in love, in bed

she daydreams

in dispersion calculations

as the ire’s

of unnatural neutrality

force her index

into hovering

over ‘the button’

infatuated with fallout

ambient dose equivalent

moment’s notice

unafraid to detonate

a reactive little rebel

nihilistic when tired

pretty especially

when triggered

questioned incessantly

by lesser men

she’s charmed by

the concept of delinquency

pleased even

with Pyrrhic victory

having lost count

of last chances

a smile declares war

her heart’s hague 

surreptitiously cancelled

the vocations

steadfast poisoned

collateral damages commence

with decorous glory

historians staunchly recording 

front pages emblazoned 

“TREASON WAS THE REASON”

a. duncan, 2019

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