#daily goings

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Morbid Pretending

She mosied out Of her domicile To get supplies

In the wee hours Of the morning

She would be stir-crazier If not for needing a few items at home So she left the house

This would a long walk But she was particular With what she needed and how

To get to her destination

She decided that, As she walked, she'd pretend Pretend a great catastrophe happened

And that it spared her

It was morbid To pretend that the world ended And that she survived

However, to her, it made sense

Everyone else may as well have been dead Killed by whatever catastrophe Her mind could conjure

One could say She was pretending so morbidly To keep herself sane and rational

In a chaotic time

To her, during that walk, The world had ended and she was One of the few that were spared

It was probably fun