The Rapture
(originally written oct. 21st, 2021)
Finding safety in strange places and strangers' faces,
they won’t find us for ages. The buzz of cicadas
masks the creaking floorboards, they’re calling my name.
This barn will hide us, even with its weathered frame.
Our fathers won't find us here, in the lantern light.
I’ll make sure our love survives the nights.
We're running away with nothing on our backs.
I know it's risky but for you, I take this chance.
The world's ending outside, the fire's spreading,
I’m fixated on the praying mantis beheadings.
As the rapture arrives, I know our love will never die
in my heart, this barn will stay and so will I.
commentary
inspired by the song Hayloft by Mother Mother (i don't listen to them anymore but mad respect), one of my favorite books of all time Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith (which my qpp also loves :D), and one of my favorite poems of all time Rural Boys Watch The Apocalypse by Keaton St. James. i've become enamored with the idea of a barn symbolizing refuge, especially because it seems to follow me through different pieces of media that i love.