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
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
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
Copyright © 2010 J.M. Romig. All rights reserved.
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
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