He takes in a deep long breath and billows out the flames on all nine candles
His mother smiles and remembers they day he was born the only doctor in the sanctuary at the time had been a dentist he pulled him out of her like a stubborn tooth
For those first few months she stayed awake every night watching him terrified hoping and hating herself for hoping that he would stop breathing in the middle of the night
On his first birthday 218 had experienced a breach nearly everyone was infected no survivors she thought about taking his life then
She poisoned his sippy-cup with the stuff they used to **** the roaches and in a fleeting moment of weakness dumped it down the drain
When she does sleep she relives her father changing into a monster and watches the man who raised her chomp into the forearm of the man she was to marry
She remembers how much blood there was and how much she hated them and loved them at the same time
The little boy turns and shoots her a thank you smile she smiles back faint and almost fake
She makes a wish but does not dare tell a soul and continues to hate herself for loving him too much
Sanctuary 251 is a concept I have for a Post-Zombie-apocalypse tale that takes place ten years after the infection began spreading. People live "normal" lives in little towns with thick high walls called "Sanctuaries." There are several character poems I want to do from this concept.
Be sure to read the other poems in this series as well- From The Poetry Of Sanctuary 251