The Click of Detonation

Detonation

Silence occupied the room. 

Nothing

Not even as much

As the hiccup of a mouse

Was heard.

Complete and total silence

Prevailed.

As did tension.

In a millisecond

Just before the detonation

Of a bomb

There is a tiny metallic

Click.

This is the detonator

Charging the explosives.

No living person hears this.

Were you to notice the click

You are already dead.

I heard that click

At the back of her throat.

The movement of her tongue

Against the soft pallet

Of her mouth

Charging the detonation. 

“I hate you.”

Detonation.

Everything changes
In that second.
There is
What came before
And what came after.
But what came after
Will never again be like
What came before.

The explosion vaporized everything.
All memory
Of pleasant times
Loving times
Hopeful times
Times of joy and celebration
All destroyed
At the click of detonation.