poems

the end

november 5, 2025

and if the stage falls beneath us right as the story hits its peak, i only hope you're within reach. i need someone to fall with. i've always been afraid of heights. and what's a stranger, an enemy, a friend when we're all dead? just lie here. lie with me. let's lie together. the end.

it's worse to watch i would assume. to look out your window and see the smoke and the flames just a block away. so close you can almost taste blood, but you don't get the comfort of tasting your own. you live to tell the tale but you don't know what to tell. you're scared. you're scared. you're scared. the end.