Endings

I’ve been thinking a lot about things ending…

My eyes meet the heat of the Sun

As, She, falls behind the horizon.

Another ending…

Another apartment complex in the field I used to love as a child.

We used to see foxes there.

Mothers with pups…now dead from mange.

I stand in a once empty parking lot.

My eyes meet the faint ballet of the auroras

And I remember that this beach used to have dunes.

But they’ve been gnawed away by an Ocean

More hungry for revenge than she’s ever been.

I close my eyes, and imagine what it’ll feel like

To be swallowed…

Another ending…

My flesh is green and gangrened in the mirror

This world is sick with rot and I feel it.

I see the wrinkles in my coworker’s crow’s foot

And wonder, does she stare?

Her eyes met by her own life sagging.

Soul struggling to cling to bone.

It will have to let go someday day…

Another ending.

I can’t be 21 in my mother’s kitchen forever. 

Someday she’ll forget who I am 

And it will end. 

21 will turn into a picture in a photo album 

And the ticks on the calendar will grow thicker.

Another ending…

I’ve been thinking a lot about things ending…