Sweetdark

by Savannah Brown

chaos wants for no one but i was released, and for a time, survived.

the proximity finally meaning trust instead of threat?

no need to panic, but in panic we trust

it’s so dangerous out there— why go? we have everything you could ever need in here. pull the blinds, darling! they don’t need to see

everywhere a rotten siren follows me, forewarning an inevitable event with a wail no one else hears.

at last, there’s nothing left to lack, but that’s the kicker, there’s always something left, and none of it’s real.

i want to be the sum of only my most beautiful parts.

there is nothing romantic about me reminding you of the big bang. there is nothing romantic about me at all. you’re asleep and none of this occurs to you.

call me what i am, which is nothing, and at this moment, the only eon you’ve ever known,