Aftermath

Standing in a vacant lot of elderly trash, spots of stickiness, and shattered headlights.

Every car has lost its power, but every grave has lost something more.

From my stance, the sliding doors wave to me.

I decide to approach the flickering lights of the store.

Perhaps a solitary scrap of food will sing with an aged voice.

The months have scrambled my charred outlook, though the routine has been made easier.

A leather bag swings at my side, just pulled from the fingers of a once wealthy body.

The graded air is foul and every metal cart judges from afar.

Speed bumps shimmer in the dust of various poles.

Here, I’ve found myself at the door of cheap consumers.

I step inside to scope the area, but am halted by the brief mentions of light.

A gun sneaks into my hand and I’m prepared to face the end, as usual.

Chipped price tags, aisles of products, spats of battles, can all be witnessed.

I’m taking a chance to obtain a measly taste from any box.

The darkness washes my vision, scrubbing with a blue pastel.

Mold, that’s what stands out to me, no matter the performer.

Crusted bottles, brown detergent, crippled action figures.

Nothing of value, I suppose there never was.

“Why waste precious minutes?” I tell myself.

Just as my feet begin to shuffle, a female voice ignites through the intercom.

“Attention shoppers,” she says.

“We would like to remind our customers that we’re having a special sale this week on all movies. Any movies are buy 1 get 2 free, so hurry now or miss the sale!”

Must be a recording, but why?

Who sees me standing here, confused and paranoid?

The thought of silent lurkers tears at me.

Racing to the exit, ignoring the possible applications.

Sweating and simmering with the gun and leather bag cuddling close.

Roped at my ankles, now falling to the tile.

I gaze around, aiming for a harrowed face to kill.

There, a serrated predator, facing me with cavernous eyes.

The trigger is squeezed and a spurt of blood flies from its shoulder.

It races towards my stale spirit.

With contempt, I brace myself for a carving.

 

Reviews

[Ejobofor]

Wow, there's something i love about this poem, its interesting, I love the suspense, I like the fact that it left my imagination awake, thanks for sharing.