The sky turns black before the sun has set.
A curse sits upon the land.
Children wander lost, and mothers fall down as they look hopelessly up into the black cloud.
Father's run to shelter but find nothing but ashes.
The world has stopped.
Just for a moment.
Let the ground crumble down all around.
Nothing's worthwhile when all there is are bodies collecting fire and smog.
Twist and turn, the world splits in half and goes its separate way.
An echo falls throughout the vast empty space between earth and sun.
A quiet meow...
The sole survivor.
An angel with no halo or wings.
A four-legged creature playing with a singular string.
Gray stripes rest on its furry white body.
A pink button for a nose and small toes.
It's somehow strange, and... admirable?
Its exquisite eyes and beautiful complexity make up for all the ankles it bites.
The last living being from earth adopted by the universe.
Taken away to a foreign world.
Still, the cat purrs.
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Bet you didn't expect that when first reading, lmao. Another poem about my baby(my ankle biting cat). At first, I was writing about the end of the world, and then I completely lost track of what I was writing because my cat is cuddling with me currently. Then the idea of the world ending and only my cat would survive because the universe wanted to take her from itself. I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but I mean, I'd do the same thing for her if I had to.
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PuisiMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
