Cataclysm (Decimated)
I’m sliding again. A mouthful
of moonshine. Now another.
Our neck of the woods faced
the garrote. Couldn’t break a
script. Had to happen sooner
or later. My middle’s tangled so I
need her. She tames the wasteland
with tight gauze. Buildings aren’t
meant to fall. They do it anyway.
So many people inside. Artillery
makes the air a filthy monster.
Heavy as a wet quilt.
Hungry like the rest of us.