END OF THE WORLD:
the people scream with their lungs. the people
let the streets go up in flames and walk single file
into damnation’s open mouth. aren’t we all just
tongue & teeth? were we ever really made of fire?
a girl kisses a girl, says it’s gonna be the last time
for a while. “a while” means “just a little longer”,
“a while” means “i don’t think they’ll ever not
want to kill us for this.” she is another alive ghost,
every dead child is another miracle. i remember
that we are here, sometimes. i don’t think it matters.