The End of the World

Date: 8/25/2016

By toonqueen

I remember the sound of rain, a gentle and consistent rythym. But there was a red sun glaring down at me, despite the sound of rain. A lake overflowing with blood, rotating counterclockwise. A dessert with large cracks in the ground all around as far as the eye could see and beyond. I am alone and feel an aching emptiness.