meet me at the end of the world 

the space between firestorms and tsunamis 

across the acid oceans 

and here, where the rot 

has begun to reclaim the cities at last. 

here, where bones are bones 

are dust and rock 

and tasty treats for the bugs 

to have. here, we will dance 

to the beat of falling stars 

drink one last time from our cup 

while the sky 

b r e a k s 



18 years old

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