Doomsday Stomp - Project 86

Let’s play a little game

On scribbled paper

You guess the letters

And I’ll draw the hanging man

Hint number one is

Five letters inscribed over

The lips of eyeless woman

Asking me for needles and a thread to sew her head back together again

She reaches forward

And grabs ahold of my sleeve

Her antennae wrap around me

Her lungs infect me as she breathes…

The roadkill scent of violent city

Oh swollen anthill sore

Insects desperate cries

Oh infected for

Doomsday stomp from the skies

This town made its guesses

But can’t spell her own name

A five letter word for the oncoming plague

A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave