{"id":54846,"date":"2019-06-22T23:49:34","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:49:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54846"},"modified":"2019-06-22T23:49:34","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:49:34","slug":"hour-15-12-30pm-13-30pm-prompt-the-end-poem-set-during-the-apocalypse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-15-12-30pm-13-30pm-prompt-the-end-poem-set-during-the-apocalypse\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. PROMPT, The End. Poem set during the apocalypse."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>the rules are there are no rules<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>We gotta get away<br \/>\n<\/i><i>We don\u2019t know what they want<br \/>\n<\/i><i>You say they might be able to help<br \/>\n<\/i><i>But we don\u2019t know that<br \/>\n<\/i><i>We can never know that again<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Stella\u2019s right<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know what trust means<br \/>\nHow can I? Hope can she?<br \/>\nWe\u2019ve only just met.<\/p>\n<p>Yes I see the irony<br \/>\nSaying we shouldn\u2019t do<br \/>\nWhat we two did only a few hours ago<br \/>\nBut that felt diff\/<\/p>\n<p><b>sudden noise \u2014 wild fury \u2014 the man\u2019s back<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/b><b>\u2014 he has a shot gun \u2014 pointed at us<br \/>\n<\/b><b>demands the ute \u2014 Stella is screaming<br \/>\n<\/b><b>I feel like crying \u2014 don\u2019t know what to do<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>Put the gun down,<\/i> I plead<br \/>\n<i>No!<br \/>\n<\/i><i>At least point it away from us.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>No!<br \/>\n<\/i><i>If I give you the keys, will you let us go?<br \/>\n<\/i><i>One of you maybe.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>He looks at Stella.<br \/>\nI know his thoughts.<\/p>\n<p><i>Okay okay<\/i> I say<br \/>\n<i>I\u2019m just putting my hands<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><i>in my pocket to get the keys<\/p>\n<p><\/i><i>&amp; then you\u2019ll let us go.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Sure, sure.<br \/>\n<\/i>I know he\u2019s lying. We all do.<\/p>\n<p><b>Hurl the keys as far as I can \u2014 away<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/b><b>from us \u2014 over his head \u2014 he turns<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/b><b>to chase \u2014 grab Stella \u2014 drag her<br \/>\n<\/b><b>toward the ute \u2014 <i>get in, get in<\/i><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/b><b><i>\u2014 but the keys<\/i>\/ she begins<br \/>\n<\/b><b><i>My house keys, let\u2019s go.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Thankfully despite the chaos<br \/>\nI get the key in the lock<br \/>\nStart it swiftly &amp; head south<br \/>\nAll the while fearing<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span>Shattering glass, exploding rubber<br \/>\nOr even a flaming fireball<br \/>\n(We\u2019ve all seen Hollywood)<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re away. We almost laugh\/<br \/>\n<b>Two booms. Quick succession.<br \/>\nSilence. Two hearts beat.<br \/>\n<\/b>The ute seems unscathed.<br \/>\nWe drive on.<\/p>\n<p>Neither of us speak for many miles<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-54857\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/15-getaway-300x236.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"236\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/15-getaway-300x236.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/15-getaway-768x605.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/15-getaway.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the rules are there are no rules We gotta get away We don\u2019t know what they want You say they might be able to help But we don\u2019t know that We can never know that again Stella\u2019s right I don\u2019t know what trust means How&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54846","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54846","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54846"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54846\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54864,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54846\/revisions\/54864"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54846"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54846"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}