Poem: Nutmeg

A spice upon the table,

Sitting where it be,

A taste of it will show you,

Where you’re meant to flee,

Should the demons find you,

Should they want a taste,

Of your flesh,

Of soul-ish human pace.

A heartbeat will not continue,

Unless you eat the spice,

Coat it all,

Everything you eat,

In nutmeg,

Before they find you,

Before they come to find the last of us humans.

The nutmeg of the old world is our savior,

It’s unheard of power before this day is now our only way—

The nutmeg needs to be as it is,

Our water must be nutmeg rich!

There is only one way to survive,

And it is the nutmeg.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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