The NaPoWriMo prompt for today asked poets to scroll through the photos posted on the Liminal Spaces Twitter feed and choose one to write about. There are many interesting and strange photos there, but this is one that sparked something for me.
Afterhours Mall It’s a space reserved for fashionable ghosts materializing to try on Ray Bans, lost children who never made it to the information booth and withered at the bottom of a bin of glass-eyed teddy bears as big as their fathers, trapped spirits of teens who’ve huddled together like matched penguins outside a GAP to protect themselves from a cold wind of insecurity, or still-warm apocalypse bodies, seeking security and supplies in a place that has everything, neatly hung and shelved for accessible looting and long, open paths, with unobscured visibility as they scramble from one end to the next to escape a tenacious, undead horde.
Ohhh this is a great take on the prompt- you hit the eerily post apocalypse mood so well!