There will be a Day

We are not ready when the

End of the World

comes.

You are there.

And I am here,

on these concretely

unstable steps

outside this quirky bookstore.

The anxiety of our

humanity

has reached its

apex.

The tension,

the unpurposed venom,

the constant imbalance

of our footsteps,

as we desperately circle

around and around

in an inescapable panic.

We write it down everywhere,

on our mirrors,

our notebooks,

our ribboned fingers, canvassed with kitchen knives,

tearing flesh from raw wrists,

yet still we exist,

trying to find the importance

in our life blood

that pumps

until it forgets how...