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: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...