Storm: spiritual crisis

I see a field a field of raw wounds

Exquisitely devastating

Indescribable rawness

Gaping open

Waves relentless waves



anesthetic caught in the back of my throat


eyeballing death


Breathe just keep breathing

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


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


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