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DoomsdayThis is how I died.
Like gods, we hailed from far corners of the sky.
In that old wooden box I had made my way home.
Never planned to stay long, my life was to roam.
Very soon we knew that things weren’t quite the same,
Our worst nightmares in disguise at first seeming so tame.
Those people didn’t know that they harbored the disease,
Were housing disaster that would cause all to bleed.
Loved ones we all thought had been lost forever
Rushed in to save us, their chains were untethered.
Reunited at last, we could flee and be saved
But I returned to his side, my choice had been made.
We banished the monsters, but then fate banished me
To leave his world behind, our forever couldn’t be.
In my new world so alike, yet completely apart
Late at night I heard my name, his voice through the dark.
So we followed my dream-voice to a cold distant beach.
One last glimpse of the wanderer, forever out of my reach.
We burned up a sun just to say goodbye.
My name is Rose Tyler, and this
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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