B.B. Loring (October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)
The day after he leaves
I dream of the end of the world
where nothing remains.
I see the world collapsing into itself,
just like I will.
I run, screaming his name
but I never find him,
night after night
the night terrors reign.
My parents ignore my screams
just another nightly routine.
Insomnia lingers in the air I breathe.
Every night is just a new way to see
everyone I love die before me
and it all starts after he leaves.
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