I woke up with the
night sky below me,
stars between my teeth
and the moon in my hands.
the world falls into chaos
at the sound of the sun weeping.
maybe this is the end after all.
it's not as if the chaos
is much of a surprise.
even the wind has lost
the power of its gust.
the sun is splintering
from the gnawing emptiness.
the stars are falling from my teeth
and into the oblivion above.
all of this is for a reason.
this chaos will breed new life.
maybe this is the end after all.
but the end isn't something
we should fear.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
