(OOKAY WOW I didn’t realize when I posted this that I’d posted it already a couple weeks ago, when I actually wrote it. Uh. Oops. >.> So have it again with minor revisions, I guess, and another cool poem that I wrote spur-of-the-moment after having a weeeeird dream during my nap. Weird poem follows this one.)
I found a case file the other day,
brimming with unsolved murders.
Each little headstone bears a name, a date,
a record of the ones I slew when I was eleven, twelve, fourteen.
Just last week, in fact, I held a funeral
for the one that couldn’t stand on its own two feet.
I moved on to better prospects,
ones that might hold my interest for more than two months and a couple chapters,
ones that held more dragon-slaying and adventure.
Maybe someday I’ll come back to those stories
abandoned in the novel graveyard.
(hehe oops sorry again for posting this more than once. eh)
Apocalypse Poem Thing (obvs no title, in case you can’t tell)
I would like to thank the creator of the universe
for creating a world in which there is no freak virus.
There is no virus, no disease
that necessitates guns and lock-downs and paranoia,
freeze-locks on monsters with pale, spider-silk skin,
a lack of frenzied escape attempts
leaving loved ones behind, locked in the inevitable,
while the horrified survivors stumble on.
Thank God for the lack of apocalypse.