Mutually Assured Destruction
Amanda Namecek

The lips are the most sensitive part of the body,
or perhaps the tongue,
or perhaps the fingers.
I will present them all to you;
pressed against your lips,
your tongue,
your fingers.
What is mine becomes yours becomes mycelium.
Engulf me.
Take the whole of my beating mess
and leave me hollowed.
I would do this, and more, for you.
Let us fuse the cores of our being
into something supra-atomic.
Let us mushroom out into infinities,
our pileus clouds levelling cities,
our ash-black spores congealing lungs.
Let us explode.
Then, find me in the fallout;
let us grow anew.