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Things That Survive the Inevitable Apocalypse of the Future

a short story***I walk the rubble in my sneakers.The ash in the air is suffocating, and tears form in the

Goodbye, Normality. You are not mine to keep. Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the predator, Is not

Where are we? Nostalgia clouds my vision It’s blurry Wipe ocean from my eyes Rivers from my cheeks I’m being

Rot. I smell something rotten. It’s foul, drifting from somewhere and from nowhere I try to follow it But it’s

These words scrawled hastily upon my soul Embedded in the empty spaces Where you used to be I’ve heard it

I’ve gotten good at making up metaphors I’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of proportion And all these

I am the forest fire And I am the fire And the forest And I am a witness watching it

proud. be proud of me i ache to hear words like this. and you say it. but i cannot hear

you lie. you say it again. you lie. i know so because you couldn’t. you wouldn’t! you lie! i know.