Humanity’s Impermanence — Anshi Purohit
Volcanic succession is not primary
Supernovas are not celestial
The world is not revolving,
everything is collapsing
What are we but uncharted destinations,
unfolding into maps the way the universe
marks a little of its treasure in droplets of
measured Earthling blood
Little things,
fated sentient things,
quick as a sky murmuring
to whispered constellations
So one day, we will dance duets to butterfly lullabies
count on constellations and the chirps of cicadas in cornfields
One day, allow me
to take you on a journey
Anshi Purohit is a 15-year-old freshman. She has published two books and is currently a writer for her school newspaper. She has been published in Cathartic Literary Magazine and is forthcoming in an anthology. She aspires to become a psychiatrist and is very passionate about mental health. When she's not reading upside down or writing, you can find her cuddling with her dog, playing viola, or going on hikes.