“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

At the time I was spiraling 

I felt like I needed you more than ever.

I wanted you,

but I wasn’t ready for you.

It was really this desperate need of some stability

when the ground began to crack beneath me.

Even though I knew this to be true. 

You were the only other reason I still stood.


You were my ground.

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez

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