I began to feel like everyone was watching.
Not just me
But my kids.
I huddle them close and tell them to
'Look down like the Back Days'
They obey all to well.
When we make it to our room
Dani
Jumps to the bed
And Daniel follows slowly,
Sticking to me
Like old gum.
I sit with them,
And hum an old tune
They enjoy that
And when they are curled together
Fast asleep
I sneak out
To see the familiar looking Civilian.
It's dark when I approach him
He jumps, grabs at his chest and gasps.
"Jesus Christ, woman."
He wheezes.
"You scared the crap outta me."
I apologize.
Asking for his name he tells me
"I don't remember. it's been so
Long since I was called a name.
Six -- seven months maybe?"
I force a smile
A weird thing on my lips.
"Let me name you?"
"Name me?
"Name you."
"Go ahead."
I pause, think of something that suits his
Blond hair blue eyes peachy skin demeanor.
"Thomas." I say.
"Thomas." he repeats.
"I'm Jackie, by the way."
"Well, nice to me you."
"You too,
T H O M A S."
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The Wandering Woods
PoetryHere in the wandering woods, you have no self. It's you and the trees Swaying to a melody playing in the wind. Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope. It's just you and the UNDEAD Limping along an unknown path - Found in a diary on the...
