*SKELETON CREWS*

There is a morbid freedom
in embracing this new reality.
A sense of relief,
in settling into chaos.
It's delicious, though
not pretty, to see
the world descend
into an inevitable fate.

Humanity has gone dark,
and the world mad.
The air has grown toxic,
but the Earth she thrives.
Flora blooms, water clears,
fauna rolls gleefully
in peaceful fields.

And so we pause.
And we honour silence.

Skeleton crews
in Spring.


|| alanna joanne