pulling the rug

out from under me
lightning and thunder you'll see
no calm before this storm

everything changes
empty space rearranges itself
the way it now has to be
is the way they decide
i refuse to hide the way this makes me feel

worst case
please don't forgive my haste
i mean it to be the way it seems
a grain of salt
as abrasive as you think it will be

Comments

Cuttlefish said…
Thanks for this. This is my life right now. I need to talk to you. I'll call soon. Love and hugs!

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