[Challenge: Write about a social, ethical, or political issue]
The atmosphere
dropped like a boulder and splattered the pavement.
The people died.
Not that a planet like Earth should have minded.
It's tragic though,
all of that time they spent mucking about on it,
clumsy experiments, blowing up atoms
and atmospheres.
The Earth rejoiced,
rolled on her side and relaxed in the vacuum,
to start anew.
Burnt to a crisp and exposed to the elements,
lucky her...
Fresh out of water, devoid of old parasites,
wrung like a rag and then left out to dry
in the sun.
Silly girl,
said she might miss them-- she's dazed and delirious.
Those things are itchy as hell.
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