just another end of the world daydream

one of those happy go lucky apocalyptic nightmares

the kind where you are sure it isn’t real until the undead rise, the oceans boil, or she shows up again

the sky opens up and blood rains down, the purge, the rapture, somehow she got a new number and is texting again

maybe this one mixes it up and a volcano blows, Ash blotting out the sun and the world slowly freezes

another horde of vampires, feral dogs, the indifference of standing before an asteroid on a collision course, nuclear arnageddon over oil reserves or dick measuring

or she is at the door again, she is sorry, she means it, one more chance

another hopeless situation, odds are stacked against you, but maybe this time it goes different

the shotgun doesn’t jam, the knife blade doesn’t break, an envoy of heaven comes down and smites the unholy

she is different

just another implausable scenario spun from the garbage reflections of the day