Choose Your Own Apocolypse

If the end does not come hostile
hot, venomous, infected,
consider stardust
curling from the sky like old paint.
I would like it to be
while I am lying down
in the backyard,
after everyone is gone.
Starting slowly, just dusting my cheeks
subtle illumination I could wear to a party.
Then faster, like a sand storm
outlining my body in glittering piles;
jewels worth nothing after this reckoning,
getting in my mouth and eyes choking and blinding,
weighing down my limbs I had
taken for granted.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Madison Gaddis.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?