Written by Lorna McBain – Instagram: @lornaspoetry
While the world surrounding me
Started melting in front of my eyes,
Identifying simply as a carbon based being in a silicone world
I kept holding on to what was left: juggling ashed remains of the world between my palms.
The ashes were too delicate to grip with a fistful of tension,
Dread crept over my body every night,
A whisper in the ear full of existential suffering, the loss of my autonomy.
They said they would send butterflies
To calm my mind
But the post never arrived,
The butterflies never came.