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Apocalyptic Partner In Crime

Her hands, skin frayed at the tips
Arms red with heat and wear
As she stands in a humid,
Stench filled room
Surrounded by decaying,
Dirt encrusted walls.
Concrete coloured ooze slips past
A lid on a long browned stove top pot.
Waiting too long
Wanting too long
For the wish that he lives,
Stuck here instead
With a burly ogre sized cook
Wedging legs of bloodied beasts
Between hairy, sweaty pits
And ham fisted palms.
Waiting, watching, wishing.
With a sudden grunt and groan of a car
from the familiar moan of a well oiled engine,
She stares out the grimy window
To spot the blue of his hair
Catching back light in the driver seat.
Dropping her salt encrusted apron
She slips out silently
Through the warped,
Wrecked hinged door
To the safety of an unknown.
After the not knowing,
It’s all or nothing now,
In for a penny in for pound.
Lets do the damage
Not the bidding
Let’s win the war