• I am the end of days
    The pounding behind your eyes
    As concrete walls crumble around you
    Like your dress upon the floor

    I am the end of days
    The thin film of bile rising in your throat
    When you hear me whisper in the wind
    When you taste me on your cracked lips
    I am the silent sobs and secret heaving that always follow

    You are huddled in a corner on an endless afternoon
    Naked and alone
    Nursing ruby wounds from fragrant roses
    I am the silence that will not come
    That cannot come
    Until the end of days