Deciding to live was always the hardest thing,
all your ancestors walking back into the sea.
Gardenia in the mouth of grief,
all the famous poets
have died the hardest deaths-
out of love, out of drink, out of time.
Somewhere, someone reminds me
there is still good left in this world.
Not like the casual emergency of rain
or a tulip in a child's palm,
not the rivers that befall us.
Just our own habits
of being the last to leave.
End Times by Meggie Royer | Poetry Fabric Box
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Meggie Royer (she/her) is a Midwestern writer and the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Persephone’s Daughters, a journal for abuse survivors. She has won numerous awards and has been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize. She thinks there is nothing better in this world than a finished poem. Her most recent poetry collection, A Violet Stretch of Sky, was published in 2025 by akinoga press. Her work can be found at https://meggieroyer.com.
