The trees were among the first
and the last
to go
Burning bright in the first pulsing wave
or dying slowly
root-starved
Become dusty wind-blown ash
or skeletal fingers
raking sky
Where once was forest now jagged
tooth cadaver
trees
Bone-bleached lower jaw waiting
to chomp the
horizon
In nuclear winter dusk is always
falling hard
howling dark
Nothing moves save bugs
little critters
of lore
This forest once knew life
gave life
was life
But now shadows pool
beneath dry
rotting teeth
From the prompt: “Shadows pooled at the edge of the forest.”
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