Poem: End of the World

apoca

You tell me

You have a packet of cigarettes

Tucked away in a drawer

Just in case

The world begins to end

But, for me,

Every moment is the end of the world

My own personal apocalypse

As I send out booming heart-waves

To tear the pants off you all

I think about the splendours

Of being a woman

To be able to invert my head

And lay naked

Upon my own breast

You can always lay here with me

My chest is room enough for two

Then I’ll expand into infinity

To squeeze in the rest of you

 

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