Collar (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t stand having something around my neck

Only I don’t get much choice in this gig

Living for the church was not going to be my style

Living dead come into the equation

And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man

Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber

Marsh (an acrostic poem)

 

Moss draped trees swung in the humid breeze 

As Roger held his shotgun up to his shoulder 

Ready to pull the trigger if one of those damn crocs showed back up

Silently he waded into the tepid waters a bit more. 

He never saw the one come up from behind. 

 

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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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Parallel (an acrostic poem)

Paisley never goes with stripes

Ashley screamed inside her head

Rachel insisted the apartment by funky

All different styles and patterns

Leaving Ashley’s patience as scattered as the array of furniture

Looking around the room, Rachel exclaimed, “Perfection.”

Every last scrap of hope plunged into darkness for Ashley

Looking down the double barrels of a design shotgun, Ashley bit the bullet.

 

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The Blacktop Desert

Daryl walked along the blacktop desert and wondered how society had gotten to this point.  The pavement pitted and crumbled in the relentlessly pounding sun and wind.  The melted buildings in the distance were a testament of what had happened in the distant past.  Daryl always enjoyed imagining what had happened all those years before.  It didn’t really matter though, because this was now reality, and it was the place her and her children now lived.

Daryl looked over her shoulder and noticed someone was following her.  Daryl stopped and turned to face the stalker.  Daryl held her shotgun firmly in two hands, a small smile just peeking out from under the breathing mask.  The person dressed all in faded, blotchy black slowed down and stopped a respectable distance away.  “Sorry madam,” the stranger said holding his hands in the air, “but I was wondering if you happen to have some food to spare.”

Daryl slowly reached into her belt and grabbed out a small rat she had caught and dried just recently.  She tossed it to the stranger.  “Here you go,” she said.  “Take it and leave me alone.”

The stranger agilely caught the rat with one hand.  “You are mighty generous,” the stranger said.  “Does that mean you have a surplus around here?”

Daryl shook her head.  “I believe in following the rule of help when you can.  If you do you will be rewarded,” she said.

“You are truly a generous soul,” the stranger said.  The stranger bowed deeply at the waist.

Daryl watched closely and noticed the stranger mess with the tops of his boots.  As the stranger stood up suddenly, Daryl gave another gift, two barrels blazing.  The stranger fell backward as twin knives the stranger had threw sailed to either side of Daryl.  Daryl closed the distance and quickly put one more shot in the stranger’s head.

Daryl pawed through the stranger’s pockets and removed their contents.  A few more knives, some medical herbs, and bits and pieces of local currency quickly made their way into her backpack.  She also took back the rat and began carving up the corpse.  “Like I said,” said Daryl, “I did good, and now I’m rewarded.  My kids won’t have to eat rat tonight.”

She shoved the best cuts into her backpack and continued to walk along.  She chewed on the stranger’s pinky as she contemplated how society had gotten to this point.