swallow me till there's nothing left.

Kept myself awake with thoughts of you.
Then it happened again last night,
I was caught before the upheaval of a great storm.
The world knew we were all to perish,
But that didn't stop me from running;
I wandered from house to forest,
confronted by those too angry to know these spaces
would be the last they would ever fill.
Already dark clouds circled the treetops.
The woods echoed with low, unimaginable cries.
As the skyline shrank further with every windfall
I thought of only the field in which I was to die,
and how badly treated, our moments -
How cowardly and desperate our love,
just how tender our silence, and how ravenous.