Azza-Magena

1. i still leave all the doors in my house open. there’s not that many anyway, but i can’t bear to hear them shut anymore. the draft is killing me—i don’t remember the last time i felt warm. 2. if time stopped when i was with you, it is making up those seconds now because i blink and the tea is no longer steaming and it is no longer night and i am still writing this poem, trying to convince myself that i am not waiting for you to call. 3. surely the butterflies i got when i first saw you created hurricanes on the other side of the world. whenever it rains, i still think of you. 4. my keyboard is growing anxious. i k

Everything is coming apart. Time and creation being pulled asunder. They see it in each other's faces. They glimpse it at the edge of their vision. They feel like they're being watched…stalked. They dream. Horrible dreams that they can't remember. They live in unease, the unconscious marks scarring the universe. They are falling apart. They live in dread, but don't know why. It is poison and taint and hunger, a thing beyond the universe's understanding, a thing that should never have existed. They are being carefully led to their destruction. Everything and everyone has gone wrong. This is not their destiny. They were meant for so much