the world is ending,
and i am sitting in my living room, eating cheerios.
the chewing is just a little bit too loud to hear the TV
i am very concerned about that.
the sky is falling as i tie my shoelaces,
i never learned how to do it without bunny ears.
the sun is burning out, as i check my mail,
it’s mostly spam.
i read about nuclear winter as i shop for a new sweater.
i love layers but ive never been fond of the chill.
i buckle my seatbelt while the earthquakes because safety is my number one priority. nothing makes sense anymore,
as i read the back of the cereal box.
i hear death feels like a nice, long sleep, but i think worms will eat my skin.
im afraid that being forgotten isn’t good enough.
i dont want to feel the bugs with me underground.
i am so afraid of decay.
and i’m out of milk.
i should probably go fix that.