maybe this is the apocalypse

today is april 19th the day after aliens

were supposed to take us

seems kind of unfair of them to make promises

then not keep them

but despite me hoping for the end

i still sat down and did my homework

my answers making scars against paper

my mom likes to lie

like a failed apocalypse

i sometimes wish

for the ugly world-ending to come

mostly out of being tired

but also because then it would be over

yes breathe, let in and let out

it’s okay for the apocalypse to come

just do not be taken by it


This poem is about: 
My family


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