Soda Pop

Fizzles and bubbles
Sugary and spicy-sweet
Lip-smack refreshing

It’s the End, Again

I’ve seen
the world end
a few times

The golden-firm crust
Sweet-tangy marinara
Thick, stringy-hot cheese

Acsel shot upright into a sitting position.

‘Where am I?’

A scratch on the nose
A hand through my hair
A wiggle of the toes
I squirm in my chair

Emergency exits
are entrances, too

“The Child’s Death is a Tragedy.”
“Our Thoughts and Prayers go out to the Family.”
“If only Events such as These could be Prevented!”