
The Fallout of Loving You
I survived the love.
It was the aftershock that leveled me.
The Fallout of Loving You
I survived the love.
It was the aftershock that leveled me.
The Fallout of Loving You
by M. Allshouse
You dropped into my life like an atom bomb—
devastating and unplanned for.
I didn’t even have time to react
before I was engulfed in a cloud of ash.
Breathing within you was impossible.
But without you…
I don’t even know how to inhale without pain.
Radiation left me like a flash photograph—
a shadow scorched into pavement.
Who I was?
She doesn’t exist anymore.
Nuclear warfare I was never prepared for—
you wiped out my internal landscape
through destruction,
just to remake me into something useful:
clingy.
Desperate.
Disoriented.
The plane was so loud.
How could I not have seen it coming?
But I didn’t run.
I stood beneath it,
arms outstretched
like it was offering salvation
as it decimated all that I am.
The explosion was…
so…
warm.
And now that it’s over, I feel
cold.
Ashen.
I am ruined.
How could anyone else ever love me
when I reek of instability after the chaos you