An explosion.
Frozen as shrapnel glints
like wolves teeth,
poised feral, ready to
lacerate skin and
tear through flesh.
Map the trajectories of
dust particles, and scale it
up, up, up.
Without scale it could be
as small as a fingernail
or large enough to encompass
the universe.
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Poem dump
PoetryA bunch of poems about things. Sometimes sciency things, because I sure love SCIENCE.
