“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.

Immobilizing
Drifting through time
Will it forever feel like this?
This unpredicted nothingness
Repeatedly unwanted
I can never seem to stop it
Maybe I ruin everything single thing I touch
How is it something so constant?
How easy it is to feel like dust?
And just like that you brush
me away..

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez

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