The Last Planet
Poem by Emily Rose Miller
in the universe completed its final revolution
around its sun just
before
collapsing
into what would have looked
like a cloud of sand in the ocean
if there were any more oceans
and if humanity still existed.
Humanity scorched the universe,
though, and nothing
is left, not even the pulp
of dark matter—destruction spared
no traces of life, no traces
of anything beyond the universe’s deep
indigo of loss. And there is
nobody
to remember her. And there is
nobody
to pay the price
for the universe’s pain
but her blameless self.
around its sun just
before
collapsing
into what would have looked
like a cloud of sand in the ocean
if there were any more oceans
and if humanity still existed.
Humanity scorched the universe,
though, and nothing
is left, not even the pulp
of dark matter—destruction spared
no traces of life, no traces
of anything beyond the universe’s deep
indigo of loss. And there is
nobody
to remember her. And there is
nobody
to pay the price
for the universe’s pain
but her blameless self.
About the Writer
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Emily graduated cum laude from Saint Leo University where she received her BA in English with a specialization in creative writing. Her work has been published in The Dollhouse Magazine, Parhelion Literary Magazine, Red Cedar Review, and Inklette Magazine, among others. Find her online at emilyrosemiller.weebly.com, on Instagram @actualprincessemily, or in real life cuddling with her five cats.
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