Storm: spiritual crisis

I see a field a field of raw wounds

Exquisitely devastating

Indescribable rawness

Gaping open

Waves relentless waves

Suffocating

choking

anesthetic caught in the back of my throat

terror

eyeballing death

Shifting

Breathe just keep breathing

Because this is as good as it gets, right here, right now

Nausea

abandonment, rejection

disconnection, isolation, aloneness

Welcome guests, come right in

How is this meat suit supposed to contain all of this, that is?

The irony of it all

Insert hysterical laughter.

Oh look the sun is out

Another storm survived

Waves subsiding

Inhaling

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