Visions of Eschatology.
It's the end of the world.
Brisk air
ssighhhs,
Silence abounds.
As the sky
E R U P T S
A bloody red-violet.
Seagulls cry
for
one
last
time.
Ships take harbor.
The sun retreats,
goodbye.
woe,
our day is defeated,
the world spins
to a
blurrrrrringgg
STOP.
Copyright © Allison Wiggins | Year Posted 2009
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