Apocalypse Mom

This wasn’t her first apocalypse.  Hell, it was at least her third today, but now those around her were freaking out.  Yeah, things looked bad, but after all the stuff she had been through this latest meltdown was nothing.  She pumped her shotgun with one hand and grinned.  Today would either kill her or make her stronger.  It was up to her to find out which.  She threw open the door and the sun blinded her.

She bolted up in bed as the window shade spun.  The stupid thing must have decided to coil up on its own.  She took stock of her situation.  She was relieved that the world wasn’t going to end, but there was something about being a badass that she felt was missing.

Suddenly there was a scream, a crashing of something downstairs, and then someone crying hysterically.  Okay, so this would be her fourth apocalypse today, but she had this.  She just wished she still had the shotgun.

 

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Fate (an acrostic poem)

Finding every way blocked but one, Zoey cursed

Always with the predestination thing or lowest energy state mojo

To hell with that, she wasn’t going to take her only way out

Even though I already knew she would do that

 

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Addicted (an acrostic poem)

After everything was said and done, Dave still took another hit

Didn’t matter that he knew better, the cravings were his master

Dopamine receptors fired up as the drug hit his system

It gave him a feeling of normalcy, which sucked worse than the cravings

Counting to ten he waited, but there was nothing more

To think that same hit would have had him flying just a couple of months ago

Even now he could feel the craving begin to awaken

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t, damn it to hell!

The End (an acrostic poem)

Till the fat lady sings they say

Hero could hear her warming up now

Even as he pulled his sword out of its sheath

 

Everything had gone to hell so quickly

Now Hero screamed as he charged into battle

Death would pay a price to have his soul today

 

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Love Wolf (an acrostic poem)

Leaving her behind was for the best

Only it still hurt like hell

Never was the right thing so difficult to do

Eventually she would accept that fact

 

Why else was he driving away still in his rented tux

Only a fool would give up on the best thing that ever happened to him

Love was forever, but he on the other hand

Forever free, forever the fool

 

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