and this is how I think the world could end. A girl’s small fingers clutch the curls of her brother’s hair, the toddler’s arms wrapped about her waist like a bean-pole.
A second girl, smaller than the first, waddles towards her family. The boy becomes a pearl guarded by the clam-shell of his two sisters.
One of the girls kisses the boy’s cheek to calm him. She kisses the dirt on the boy’s cheek, and her lips return—dust,
and this is how I think the world could end. Damp lips and dust. A pearl inside a shell.
Regis Louis Coustillac
Regis Louis Coustillac was raised in Mentor, OH and currently lives in Cleveland. He attended Kent State University where he worked for three years as a teaching artist at the Wick Poetry Center, facilitating poetry workshops for community members in the Northeast Ohio area. His work is a reflection of the Midwest in both voice and visage. His poems have appeared in Brainchild Magazine and Isacoustic.