Pursuing the Omen

she draws on the pavement. crude embellishments of the years. stick figures. people will interpret to their own interests. nurturing small ghettos in the crevices of her thoughts. futile revolutions. taking hostages they cannot keep.

the end was always there.

we only pretended we could negotiate. the distances between when and if. or that the world would recognize the difference.

she answers her own questions. in gassy stutters. and apathetic smirks. it has already happened. and will again.

the end was always there. i just found it first.