Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCI
You made the cut and are safely on Mars in your domicile, week 1, staring at the red landscape. On Earth, the certainty of Doomsday made you feel lucky to make the draw, yet Earth is still there. You can’t return home. What's ahead of you? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Panic is Survival
Wasn't every day doomsday?
Panic fueled the blue-green globe,
Teeming, originating out of sheer survival,
Yet viability trumps parallel to conflageration,
Oil and water never settle their differences.
Rusty regolith creeps in crevices on Hawkins underside,
Fresh prints linger crisp blood-red snow,
So long as marks made here left less impression,
Than the ones pressed into Earth so deep,
Introduces balance on a fresh new home,
Exquisite equilibrium medially distress and endurance.