Ten

Shirley oiled herself for war.
Televisions had gone silent,
But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire-
And on their backs,
On their ankles and breasts,
A vision in the shape of a human.
…dressing quiet in the other room,
Careful not to wake the troops.
Thirsty for the ambush.
Long stemmed, cruel vines
Crept along every edge
Of every raging mass
Of tissue in her body.
Rejoice!!
On microscopic levels,
Adrift in the tides of her warm
Pink blood:
Lay Legions.
Spurting the blessed.
His feet, calves, and knees moved
Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys.
They were on the move now.
He had taken everything they needed,
Dressed in rare fabrics,
They did everything they could to become
…free of it.
They did everything they could
To ignore their appetite for carrion.