I have a little utopia in the middle of an apocalypse
I have friends & sesh & fictional escapism
I have a palace of mold in a city of unaffordable living
I have a sacred space upon land that’s slowly shrinking
I have love when all around me I see hate
I have unity as division only ever gets deeper
I have a calm happy center as the world goes up in flames
This Is Not Fine but I won’t die alongside them
I will live, with aggressive optimism
I will hope even when that hope’s buried
under the delusion of capitalism
is there a way to sit here safe & warm while simultaneously clawing at society’s prison?
is there a way to deconstruct this pain with softness
with love, with art, with poetry?
I don’t know where the world’s going but I know where I am
& every spark of brightness is a dagger in the dark.
— DEVON WEBB
Devon Webb is a 25-year-old writer and editor based in New Zealand. She writes full-time, exploring themes of femininity, vulnerability, anti-capitalism and neurodivergence. She is an in-house writer for Erato Magazine, an editor for Prismatica Press & Naked Cat Publishing, and is currently working on the final edits of her debut novel, The Acid Mile.