Apocalypse

by KATIE MANBECK - April 27, 2020

The pines shoot from the ground like skyscrapers

The roots strangle the stone buildings, reclaiming what they had before

You watch the scenery blend together, images stirred in water

and you run--

Truly lost, you stumble towards the sun

for solace and relief you never thought you’d see

The sky meets the trees and you find what you’ve been looking for.

It echoes off the walls, reverberating in your head

vibrations in the floors, metallic taste to the tongue

You can’t change what’s been done, it’s been laid in stone

So you move forward, your heartstrings tight like twine,

tense against your outstretched arms.