Holiday Hell, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt

“Dare God don’t let it be!”
I happened to glance at the calendar suspended on my wall
There were red X Shapes for days that have passed in those square.
But that wasn’t what caught m eye, it was tomorrows square
And what was written inside.
My messy and somewhat childish handwriting proclaimed what I feared.
“THE CHRISTAMS HOLIDAYS”
Underneath drawn for emphases were a skull and two bones crossing.