The Core

Some time ago I wrote Organism, a series of semiautobiographical microstories that I thought I would continue at a later date but I never got around to it. Here's some more from the same perspective but in a different style.

the core beckons
whaddayareckon
with these weapons?!
plutonium nights
naked party on this demoted planet
androids devoid of purpose
questing in all directions at once
just ice on this rock
if that

after the apocalypse
what's left -
the breath of the exploding star
the word
the spirit
the vibrating invitation to a dream...