The earth was pretending
I slept through the apocalypse
I woke up and all that was intact was me
My parents are gone
And as I look outside...
Nothing is left.
All that's left is me
The sky is gold
And the sun won't shine
The clouds are wisps of magic
The flowers debloom
Becoming bushes of thorns
Breaking the illusion of delicacy
Butterflies hurl themselves at the glass,
Ravenous, winged things with unspoken fury
And the stars rush towards the ground
Leaving silvery dust as it crashes to the earth
And I realize
There is silence
Without the rest of my kind
And I realize
The earth was pretending for us
And I realize
The only part of humanity left
Is me
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