My Brief Encounter With Armageddon

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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I thought I saw Jesus yesterday.

Or maybe even Peter.

He stood on the water as if it were solid ground.

And I was terrified.

This could only mean one thing.

Apocalypse is here!

And I would never get to eat those cookies on my counter.

But,

Much to my relief,

It was just a kid standing on a rock.

And I did get to eat those cookies after all –

An endeavor that I approached with exceeding fervor.