The sign read “Closed”
But people went in and out
Like flies from a dead man’s mouth
Deceived by outward ambition
Trapped in a vicious cycle
They ventured forth in lines
Tagged and numbered
In twos and fours
With vacant eyes
Amidst silent misery
Solid behind doors of steel
And imaginary skin
They came bearing flashlights
Strapped to helmets
Orange like aged cheese
Marching ants on parade
As black as the night sky
Sprinkled with stars
Shadows cast over grim faces
That never saw the sun
The sign now reads “Open”
But the people are no more
Yes, the people are no more.
Sam
Sam's Online Journal 
How apocolyptic! Wow!
I try, Daryl. I try.
I’d agree with Daryl. And also, such imagery! You are good. I was particularly struck by “like flies from a dead man’s mouth.” Perfect. And yuck! 😀
I almost posted an image to complement it, Jess. 😉 But seriously, thank you for what you said about my imagery. It means so much to me!
That’s something I want to work on in my own writing, honestly. I tend to stray away from details because I don’t know how to handle them! Lol… An image wasn’t needed. 😉
You know you missed an image. Oh, and imagery comes easy to me. It’s the other stuff that’s the challenge. We can help each other. 😉