The End By: Michala Tyann
In between blood, the sun and the waves, everything traded places. until it kissed folly and touched gloom .
With the deserts and the forests, quaking and shaking I refused to be swallowed up by all of the chaos.
The colors dissolved. Obscurity grabbed control and I screamed, I sang a song that meant never to be heard, a song that my soul harbored deep within.
I wanted to put my hands over my ears and cry, My eyes stayed fixed above as new colors embraced my world, colors of labor and demise.
I felt the transformations I caressed the new order, Absorbed it, and disremembered the ways of old.
The stars fell, one by one, in a shower of lights. When one fell towards me, It whispered “do not be afraid.” I felt the pressure closing around me, taking my breath and then shoving it back into my soul.
The light faded into a gray, the knowledge, once and for all beaming a desolate blackness.
I heard a faint sound, Something dying, Something forgotten. Something finished.