4/1 - Butterfly Cinquain
The end
comes in tangled
nightmares and confusion --
a plague of sorrows, and a world
its people wandering the Wastes--
a windswept, empty land
of dead flowers
and ice.

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I'm normally a fiction writer outside NaPo, so this year, I decided to try to do some world creation while using different forms.
4/2 - Rictameter
She walks,
lost in Never,
in Nowhere, in Nothing --
wandering beyond the Garden
in forbidden lands strewn with sharp-edged glass.
She waits for nights of frozen stars
that fall soft and deadly
upon the roads
she walks.

4/3 - Haiku
Lying still and numb,
she stares at the universe
inside of her mind.