popcorn burns on stovetops
radios blare rap tunes
oil splatters
melts flesh like old paper
intoxicating visions
mockingbirds screech
pecking at dead carcasses in the streets
worms wiggle in dark fissures pending their end
shadows approach in hazes of smoke and ash
cold dead eyes never blink
specters on parade without flag waving onlookers
no drum major straight lines forward march
running, running
nowhere to flee an impending slaughter
the hardware store battened down
walls bleeding with filth
the porch collapsed
the rain is toxic
demise pending
is there no escape?
join them...join them
no mausoleum resting place
cannibals in flowing gowns
degenerative smiles eat you alive
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Author:
Katdream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2024 12:23
- Comment from author about the poem: Written for a contest under the subject of "Macabre Hour". Although sounding much like a zombie apocalypse, I couldn't help but imagine a dream where demons stalked and the outcome seemed desolate.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
what a write Katdream...
had me on the edge of my chair;
most impressed.
Thank you aDarkerMind...I appreciate the read and your comments. Have a wonderful day.
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