A bit of a different post today. I only have two drabbles for you, but they are two counterpoints of an apocalypse. And they are Haibuns, prose with a haiku at the end. So enjoy the experiment.
Lament
I am buried among the cinders, the smoking ruins of singularity dysfunction. One more casualty of feral society, its bloody stumps heaped atop my grave. No trace, no memory, no marker. Forever lost amidst the ferocity of war and drifting inside a hollow limbo, chasing the echo of lingering screams.
Cruelty, death, extinction. We never learned. Caught in an infinite cycle of lunacy, shouting into an imaginary abyss as the real threat drowned us. A rabid game of dominoes shrouded in catastrophic consequences, spreading the relentless collapse far and wide.
Regrets are ashes
entombing the countless dead
under quiet tears
Fallen
I survived. Scrounging the ashes and the ruins for food for shelter. I don’t understand. How did society collapse? I lost everything. Family, friends, money. Nothing matters anymore. Only stumbling to stay alive. One more hour, one more day. I don’t even know why. Is there a reason? Or a point to live, beyond instinct? I hope so.
The first day was the worst. The gunshots, the fires, running, always running. Then hiding at night. I prayed. No one heard me. I don’t pray now. I don’t even cry.
Regret is despair
suffering for survival
Weep for us in hell
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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