“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.

Fall weather commence
autumns unwanted presence,
What was once a warm embrace
now altered like a cold compress
Wish it could hold on
when I say, “not yet”
but I wave summer kisses so long
the only warmth here is in my chest
The overcompensating heater
It’s not the winter I dread
but the accessory of the unwelcomed,
cold-hearted people.

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez

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