BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

End of theWorld By Erin Hansbrough

It’s the end of our world. The sun sets one last golden time. It’s the over of days, The final of ways, we sing Before the night falls And the deep calls us into Its soundless embrace. I sob Empty eggshell tears That crack and shatter the stillness. I scream at the far hills And promise to miss this Tree lined, creek winding wonderland. My heart breaks, rips apart As all the fire-wisp creatures Blink out like burnt up stars. The darkness sweeps in, And the sudden, forceful wind. The dusty, rust-like radiation static Plays on the only radio station left.

I watch time run out in tumbling grains of sand And life fades away as the green lands crumble Into black, into the end of the world.

Claire Jenkins

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