CALIA JANE MAYFIELD —
millennium baby cries alone
cw: bomb mention
cutthroat cupid in cataclysmic decline
atomic arrows fall through apocalyptic sky
call the bomb saint valentine and help me fall in love
millennium baby needs to learn why the world didn’t end
cherubs aren’t evil; to be evil you have to have morals
end of world doesn’t look gritty or pretty as i thought it would
i miss twenty-first century and thinking it’ll be alright
once in a lifetime a million times in two days
the sun sets over a what could be a wasteland
millennium baby cries alone in perceived luxury
my friend is outside and i haven’t checked my phone in twenty minutes because i can’t tear away
cw: implied body harm, death mention
the popular theory that if you look too closely at your own reflection you’ll dissociate isn’t true. i’ve looked at us, me and you for a while now and we haven’t changed. maybe in the deep gold of winter evening they see not two bugs looking into one soul but one soul looking at two bugs writhing under hot low lamps. i can’t feel the heat anymore, i burned my body on its funeral pyre months ago under the scrutiny of being enough and the norse were right to send their dead away because here is my body holding on to more than it needs because the ghost of who i’ll never be clings to the earth. and i’ve drowned too often in my dreams to fear the hot acid rain burying me under the words that clawed their way out my throat and onto you.
Calia Jane Mayfield was raised in Georgia and currently resides in South Carolina with her many dogs and best friend. You can find more of her words in the first issue of Wrongdoing Mag.