The Endpoint

Her legs sped like a cartwheel spinning haywire,

The wooden stairs of the house,

bore all the weight efficiently,

The narrowly winding road across the town,

resiliently occupied them in its gut.

The broken pillar lying across the street,

supported them like its own offsprings.

The swamps however gave in,

It was the Earth’s endpoint.

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