Midnight Lullabies

07 | Hurricanes

there was nothing left to break of me

I watched
unable to move
as everything around me broke into pieces

for I am nothing but a broken piece myself — a shard of glass
too quickly dropped — too thoughtlessly stepped on
over and over again

I watched;
the eye of the hurricane
with every blink I submerged deeper

I watched
my surroundings spin around me;
a cross between a daydream and a nightmare
a rock trapped in an endless cycle

I watched and watched until
everything blurred
and the demons broke my door down

I watched and watched until
it sucked me into its circular hurricane;
a beautiful nightmare, a horrendous dream.

They watched and watched until
an insignificant, broken shard of glass
swept away into the void

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