alone:

I have seen the end.

Truth divorced of all meaning.

Burning cities, skies raining ash.

I’m choked as the rivers were.

Stripped bare of life,

I lie polluted.

Prayers for salvation,

fall to deaf ears.

Kneeling before a dying God.

I only burn in the sun.

Withered and sputtering.

Buried in the soot.

I am the worm.

I took it as a sign.

The way the mirror cracked.

Thin lines weaving spider webs.

I could lose myself there, in

their chitinous embrace.

At least when nature kills you

It’s truly nothing personal.