End Times

in poetry •  6 years ago 


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end times

i would rather be with you
when the end comes
and we can watch the world burn
from our palace of despair
in the jungle
made of steel and glass
you can present me with a bouquet
of shredded flesh and broken bone and we
can make love in our bed of concrete
and stain the gray slab red

Sumayyah Talibah © 23 December 2018

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