(this is the way the world ends.
this is the way the world ends.
this is the way the world ends.)
stiff. rigid, unyielding,
pen to paper,
like humid air
like legs tangling in a duvet
a yearning possesses me
smoke stretches through
a whimper, cracked from negligence
room’s corners grow smiles
for two weeks i yielded
cried tears of spring
reach for love i could never receive
tuning fork strikes A4
settled air sings
beams come in through open blinds,
this, is the way the world ends
Mira Jaeger is a first-year student at SUNY Geneseo. They participate in creative writing, film, and visual art.