While the Apocalypse Comes

The static came in, as they huddled
Around each other, and for once, the world
Felt hollow, and time had lost its hold on them,
While it all bleeds out, and simultaneously, Everything seemed to turn stone,
Medusa’s stare being this eclipse
The world is entranced by, except
For the two that hid themselves
Inside each others unstable island,
Bracing the edge, as the deafening boom Eviscerates every crumbled rock,
They purge every last drop of themselves
Into what could sleep undisturbed
In the spider’s web, while the wave reaches
Out for them, to swallow their world
Designed to fall with the rest, they hold on
Fighting off what can’t be ignored, just to store
Every freckle she has, especially
When she smiled at him, before it faded,
The static became louder,
The still of them torn apart from its keep,
The eclipse enveloped every breath,
Every beetle that made marks here,
All that lasted was the wasteland, void
Of any bloom, but the drop dripped
From the web, soaking the dry earth.

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Stain

He slowly presses open the heavy lids
Secreting the early day,
Bringing a stain
Into a hazy focus,
Filtering through the drenching fog,
He reaches out,
Brushes the brittle intruder
And finds it’s sharp stinking image,
The blur of its origin
Slowly pours into his memory
Calling him back,
To the sin of the apple,
The foul crimson grin
Upon his soul
Screams louder than the squawk
Of the perpetual mock,
Coming out from under the floorboards.