The end of the world


I have seen the world end

In small ways:


in the felling of  glittering pathways

spun by spiders,

in the crushing of spiraling shells

borne of the backs of labouring snails,

when raw- red nestlings tumble

to the ground in a wild wind.


When a single heart breaks

suns implode.


So I say to you now:

forget thoughts of unworthiness,

forget pride and unstaunched wounds

that will not heal.


I am afraid to be alone

when the stars come crashing down.


Come be with me here

at the end of the world.




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