Apokalupsis Eschaton

Surely this fatigue can't last forever. This ache in my back and neck drones on and on and adjustments only relieve the pain for minutes at a time. It is all that fighting inside that makes a boxing ring out of my skeletal, muscular, and nervous systems. As hormones fuel my rage I hear my foundation teetering and cracking deep.

Last night I could not sleep as my heart was played by a punk drummer named "Iced Tea", so I will address a dream I had this past Saturday.

I was in a home filled with tattered girls berating me because I didn't say the right words at the right time when all of a sudden something frightening brought everything into perspective. The house started to shake and rumble as an approaching object fell from the sky. A nuclear warhead plummetted through the ceiling and met the ground with a sonic boom. I witnessed heat expanding off it like gel moving through the air as I went deaf and a quick burn enveloped the front of my body. The pain was so intense that I stopped feeling and ran into the street filled with charred people who looked like they were screaming. I still couldn't hear.

The moonless night was lit up by explosions all over the industrial landscape. Everyone still alive ran around like ants who had lost the scent of their colony's trail as the dying and dead made their steady decline to the ground. Their ashes whisked off of their bodies and into the frenzied hot air.

I looked on until everything went black and the silence made me realize I was already dead.

In death, I awakened to a new day: Sunday. The end of the world chirped a new beginning and I could hear again.