The Tomorrow Before Today

Sep 6, 2023

1 min read

Updated: Aug 21, 2025

By Atraiu Gupta

i woke up dead tomorrow,

reeling six feet under false red.

two gelid eyes gaze at the,

wet sentences gushing from thy mouth.

yet from my teeth, the end begins—

before my rusted tongue invokes the dawn.

By Atraiu Gupta

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