the end coming, albeit very very slowly. poetry i know the crickets sounds will grow with time and overwhelm the beating of my heart in the grass near my head as they inch out towards my nose and my toes grow further numb buried in the sand below me. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...