wednesday

Nabeeha Mudassar

it is wednesday and the world is ending

your crumbling edges turn to ash

scattering across barren dreams

an omen that foretells destruction- your destruction maybe or the universe's

who cares much in the end

you turn your sins inward, bruise the delicate ridges of your soul and mould it into something

harsh and jagged, unrecognisable in the evening light

when you laugh, they do not cheer. you are not worthy of applause you do not light up a room

or burn brighter than the sun

you only rot, you putrid decaying thing, you reek of mould, your wounds fester they blacken

the world burns and you along with it like a match to a flame, limbs charred and inflamed, lit

lit lit

the overwhelming stench of burning flesh it blisters it burns

when you cry they do not mourn

your misery means nothing to them

you pyre burns along with you, unattended,unmissed

you fall to the ground and do not get up.

it is wednesday. it is wednesday and the world is ending