After the Apocalypse, I split apart
The red-brown earth eats my dissolving thoughts,
returns to chaos, breathes toxic dust;
around the Void,
the black sky melts & sheds ancient masks;
shards of my mutilated self scatter in inner space
molten crimson clocks boil & bend & sink into the seething miasma;
in search of raw identity.
the turquoise rivers and oceans vanish.
After the Bomb explodes inside my mind, & the sprawling holocaust burns
the earth & air,
& the skies & seas, & all turns black, except the real world that rushes away
I am alone,
after the Apocalypse,
Dr. Mel Waldman is a psychologist, poet, and writer whose stories have appeared in numerous magazines. He recently completed an experimental mystery novel inspired by one of Freud’s case studies and is looking for an agent. He has been inspired for decades by his patients and their heroic stories of trauma and survival.