Walks Amongst The Apocalypse
COVID-19 in Alabama
Walks amoungst The Apocalypse
By Salina Brilla
A lit cigarette in the middle of a barren road.
Not even half smoked, I look around,
Nothing in sight, who did it come from?
A bud light can, an empty Corona bottle
Second walk today, a day of nowhere to go.
Drinking whiskey and water since Friday
Let a virus try to get in here, get in me
Hope you can swim, no, hope you can drown
Next street over a black woman on a phone
"They held a gun to your head and you cried?"
She tosses her trash in the bin, heads inside
shaming the assumed man on the other line.
A dog stands in front of an open doorway
Some kind of a collie mix, unleashed yet tame
Stares at us, my dog and I as we walk past
Television inside, Netflix and chill
Birds chirping, flowers beginning to bud
Spring isn't stopping, nature unmoving
Yesterday I put my finger to a droplet on a bud
An unopened baby flower, it tasted of life.
About the Creator
Salina Brilla
I am a Writer, Artist, Tarot Reader, Music Booker and Promoter. I write poetry and paint when I have something inside of me that needs to come out. I write about bands, Tarot, concepts and idea's I feel the necessity to share with others.
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