POETRY

The End of the World

Was not what we thought it would be.
There was
                           no meteor,
                                              no tsunami.
The trees
            didn’t set themselves aflame
                                                   and burn
                                                        the earth whole.

Instead it was
                                a long pause.
Forgetting

                                         your face.

The minnows in the pond,
still the same                                                 
                                        and yet, different.

We ended the world
                                  and then
                                                     we kept on living.

Photo of the poet looking into the camera, light falling over her face.

Vaneeza Sohail is a writer with roots entangled deep in Karachi. Her work has been published in Diode Poetry Journal and Wildness Journal, and is upcoming in Driftwood Press and Passages North. When she isn’t writing, she’s giving her cat Dipper a little kiss. 

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