with plans of shining bright.
but the second you start out your day,
you realize, you're as dark as night.
you're like a dark rain cloud,
that everyone can see.
everyone knows it's coming,
even subconsciously.
the imaginary tablet hits the bottom of the cup,
which is really the pit of my stomach,
we all watch it bubble up....
it hits about as instantly,
as one can even blink....
sirens are going off,
this isn't what you think.....
there's two different people battling,
but all inside of one....
she resists, she fights back....
the fuckin' damage is done....
she broke their windows of protection,
she crushed their fucking dreams....
wishing everything could just be different,
but it is, just as it seems....
they woke up this morning,
to the sun outside.....
the day went on,
and their mother died....
again....
she died again, just like yesterday,
just like the day before, he lost his wife....
imagine if YOU were that fucking tornado
in every single person's life.....
1 comment:
Hey, Dorothy... Are you having problems with the wicked witch? You need to email me and tell me what the heck is going on! I miss you.
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