On Sundays We Go to Church

I leave the church, and I wander for a time through the chaos and the fire. The world that I knew, that I remember, is gone, like years had passed while I was still within, where time remains still, while the world moves ever onward, onto a hazy red rapture, always steady, never slowing, eating…

An Existence in Crisis

It is quiet. Too quiet. I shout, but I only hear the echoes of my own voice answering me. This has happened before, many times, too many to count, and they all ended not with agony or death—how else would I be here? But this time, something feels different, something smells off. I pace around,…

An End of the World: Part II

Part Two I was dreaming. In my dream I was back in school. That boy in my class, that puny boy, had been calling me names, kicking my seat, stealing my pens. I wanted to react, I wanted to tell him to stop it, I wanted to tell on him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t…