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Her Apocalypse

December 1, 2022
By chloegutenkauf BRONZE, Oswego, Illinois
chloegutenkauf BRONZE, Oswego, Illinois
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Tips of his fingers heated the apples of her cheeks

Lingering gently on tiny face mountains

Leaving a trail of magma

Heaven, drawn with the spit of hell

Whispers, spoken with the voice of Sirens

This is what made me fall in love with you in the first place

Her world rebuilt with sticks and hay

Sticks and hay developed through

I don’t know if I love you

With fingernails he dug through

The heart of god

And he reached further into

Her apocalypse


The author's comments:

This piece was about when me and my boyfriend previously dated in a case of right person, wrong time. In this event he was about to break up with me, but I tried to talk it through with him. During this, he tried to convince himself he could still be with me, thus he was trying to reassure me pretending to still be in love with me. The biggest wall he built was the phrase he repeated "I don't know if I love you".


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