wasteland

[letheanlilith]

We're a couple of hippie zombies who
went to the last of the living and said "let's
make a pact" and got shotguns held
to our faces when we wished for
open arms.

We fled to dying radioactive land where
we coexisted with sympathetic decay,

but I didn't foresee the whimpering
tarantula I plucked from radioactive
rubble within our vacuum cleaner,

"just a spider" on a bold voyage across our carpet,
the sequel to a trek through unforgiving
toxic wastelands:

the exhilerating manifestation of
an essence we vowed never to rob
from the undeserving