elementia
Boy Scout Camping Trip on The Eve of The Apocalypse
By Andy VillarThe sun went missing today.
There were no rivers of blood or plagues of locusts,
first-born children did not fall ill, nor did frogs descend on the cities.
It was quiet.
The black hole stood stagnant.
We could only watch and wait.
Blank Pages
By Supriya BollaI wish I had trauma that I could spin into a story,
a story that would grip your thoughts tighter than leather binding,
Something I could rip to shreds, over-analyze in the margins,