What are nuclear bombs like?
Like mushrooms, they say.
No, mushrooms are so overrated. Let’s leave them out of this.

Dark, obese clouds stumbling upon each other,  
Fighting for a ticket to the secret assembly
At the heart of the bloom

Blooming it was, a huge, hideous flower undergone genetic mutation
Its stem stiff and awkward like a pillar of salt
Don’t look back like Lot’s poor wife, just run

Run, don’t be scared. It’s just a candy floss
Bright and fluffy with a pinkish shade.
Your favorite strawberry favor, Yolanda dear, taste it.

The snow that burns your tongue.