OPTIONAL POETRY

Woke up to End of Days, the sun an angry ember in an asbestos sky, the only thing not on fire, and still death to breathe– woke up to a burning throat, eyes wet but even that moisture went– woke up to a sunset at dawn, a dead day, smoke following us as far as we could flee, South, West, the sky never got right– that sick yellow hue of a blister– we kept all […]