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Jade Louise Sep 2020
We were like zombies
With coffee running through our veins; and
Unconscious thoughts travelling through our fingers
While the world was falling to our feet

And each day
We picked up our weapons
Our keyboards and our coffee
And we fought
The war of the American dream
Only to wonder

Who we were really fighting for…?

~JLH~
Gabriel Herrera Sep 2020
Do You remember when you were the thought that embraced me when I was scared

I'm not a coward but with you

I was

Comfortable
Fragile
Soft

Not weak

Just safe enough to let go of my puffed chest and tightened biceps

I think back and I miss it like the first two baseballs in Chicken Little

For all the same reasons I miss childhood

In both ways I was secure
Taken care of

Reckless with decisions
My deception for healthy options
Was twisted in the twinkies tucked away in Zombieland

Nevertheless, I leaned on for support too much

I grew through all the pain
Pins and needles digging into my funny bones to laugh louder than the comedian in a dead crowd

And to no avail
I lay in dry blood covered in fresh scars
Poorly injected incisions
Equally infected decisions

— The End —