Listening to the music
watching my cat sleep.
It’s late
in a world creepily quiet
as a monster
comes and steals life.
I wait in my living room.
Am i next?
Will i be a sacrifice
to its evil?
My cat doesn’t know
that i’m a recluse
not of my own making.
She doesn’t know that
my birthday
will sneak in during
this Armaggedon.
Will i be here
to celebrate?
Will i?
It’s late
i’m listening to
Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins
singing about
raising hell right.
Hey boys
i guess we can check
that one off our bucket list.
Damn i’m sad, angry, lost . . .
just one of billions
caught in a hellhole
that came
out of nowhere
and
liked what it saw
StoryGirl 