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When the world ends

by Ariella

we blow last minute kisses to God, praying for mercy. But God’s

offended by our desperate prostitutions;

she's such a prude. The world was ending. Naturally,

we were caught up in our own stupid fantasies, running through underground tunnels

subway stations sans trains, trying to hide—

Then the crowd, overwhelming us, poison gas ackackers stained sickly green

somehow we made it out alive.

Camped out in abandoned apartment lofts

kids on tables dancing to searchlights turned strobe lights

trampling glass bottles as the Apocalypse rolls along outside.

We’ve survived the day

so we think we’re invincible;

I find her, my first victim;

claw at her clothes and have her suck me dry

Unsatisfied, I pull another from the Dark—practically

out of thin air—and we grind

against the salt and pepper shakers in the pantry.

The world ended; so what? Tomorrow he’ll be storming

but the world was over yesterday

and I made bad decisions.

I love him, so we hang together

like a loose thread, clinging, though I crave

smaller, more delicate bodies;

I tell her to come closer but she’s never

done this before

so I move on in my apocalyptic fantasy—

and in the safe house,

my baby has five parents

since all their lusts went into

her wicked smile

and its tense as Hell in this Pastoral time warp

infants crying, my lovers all vying for my favor

but when the world ends,

my instincts kick in

and I need to fuck everyone in sight

so the species survives.

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