Something to Come Before the End

Something to Come Before the End

Something to Come Before the End 1500 1407 Kayla King

This world will erase you,
he said, but it wasn’t a threat.
Shadows nip at your knees to peel open:
gore of glitter flecked with black
salt, to protect. It’s the way they explain
to make wounds seem artistic.
Do not examine distance as a means
to ink-choke into the night.
Dying shakes you from the sea
of dreams, because this is only a dream
on the morning commute.

You stole from the world, he said,
and it wasn’t a lie, but maybe not a whole
truth. It’s different, this reimagining.
Those memories weren’t yours to keep.
But darkness is the lake in the dream
where we die, the car at the bottom of the
water where we swam as children,
but we didn’t matter then
because we were so small.

Header photograph © Rachel Tennant.

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