Eating Poetry · Vignettes Baby

All Her Ships

She saw the Apocalypse in the way he tilted his head when he smiled, in his graceful stride. Nonetheless she followed him, all the way to the edge of the world, where there were only black seas and all her ships burning and his grace and the tilt of his smiling head.

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