Apocalypse

[greysniperpoet]

Chicago neighborhoods, crowded blocks with apartments, old wood and bricks. Meteors striking the earth, leaving hazy and overcast dread, the smell of smoke and dust. Packing and searching begins. Searching for necessary tools, vehicle, and my people, so many things thrown in sacks and piled in the living room. Found my sister with msynthropes and ruffians, surly and tripping on acid. I manage to get her and Willie Nelson back with the others. I am trying to coordinate, delegate, and be efficient. I search for my station wagon, manuver it in place, the streets are empty and cluttered, the buildings full of people huddling against the end. The dread of the next big impact looming, palpable. I expect to fight to protect my cargo--the abandoned streets scream for calamity. I assign loading positions, and start to feel like we're are making progress to getting underground well-prepared. That is when someone tells me that they had put acid in the water, and it's only a matter of time till I lose the ability to function. In this escalating apocalypse, my hopes unravel and my skin crawls as I grip every failed senario.
I wake up, feeling helpless and short on time. The winds howl with Spring and snow.