Tsunami
Each inexcusable, silent month you pushed at me
grinded what little trust and self-love I had,
fifteen years of friendship
to dump me at the door of Death,
fifteen years of venom
sinking its fangs into my heart,
is the tsunami that pours over my reconstructed walls,
swallows new and patched homes,
survivors of earthquakes,
is the woman that grabbed me by my ankle,
shook me upside down
so that all my change spilled from my pockets,
clattered to the ground.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
