The Givers


I stubbed my cigarette

the faint glow through the cold

as it shimmered and faded

how many left

The zombies i understand

we are there food

but the Givers

It started small a few well placed churches
all so close to the outbreak

then the news report
that fucking video
as wave after wave of their congregations
willingly gave themselves to the horde
by the time we reacted it tore the planet in two
and there were more of them than us
Now i have to sit here
night after
i remember a game
shot zombies for fun
this ain't like that
in this dense cold
waiting for a nutter
who wants to be undead
and taking away their choice
sometimes i think they've won
just leave my weapon resting against the wall
Fuck its cold
surely no one wants to die in the cold
the heat from my breath barely scratching
my icicled finger
an image of her giving a just plucked
dandelion and toss me that smile
that always bought one to mine
Thats why thats why you are here
to protect her
he slowly sat on the cobbled wall
a grimace as he felt its bite of cold
he drew on his cigarette
the amber glow as lighter lit
picking parts of his face apart
His next breath part mist
part tobacco plume
spliced with a ending sigh
it stumbled over the cold
His gaze pulled star ward
the lunar fist punching hard
through the upturned black ocean
The clink of glass on glass
filters from the Hovel its darkness now due to the normal outages
faint hums of candlelight playing in the dark
a myriad of empty spaces
our refuge
our For now hope
Scanning the silhouette and shadows
he reached for his weapon
hs finger straying at the trigger
a whale and cackle
of two straggling cats
he sniggered as his eyes
drew to the battling felines
for a moment
he bathed in the normalcy
he rubbed his stomach
its voice slowly grumbly growing
he picked his way through
through his backpack
pulling a hastly prepared sandwich
from its depth
as he chewed noisly
reached in for a can of sugar rush
to wash the taste of stale bread from his lips
Not long now 4 hrs left
Jesus suffering f**k its cold
he gave his eyes a rub
and focused on the
lights kiss
as it struggled
from beneath the black horizon
he looked at his watch
only 3 hrs and 55 minutes to go.

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