I didn't expect anger, or these
salt water pearls. Waves of
something what
grief
for what isn't my own but feels
ridiculous egregiously
personal
somehow like
no not quite but
kin.
Lunacy
the way this pulls at an unknown
soft small sad in me
crashes over
then recedes
swift as tide
or weather
I remember
one awful roaring minute
it came in
covered everything
then left
creeping over hours
baring tender eggs of dreams
I did not expect anger
or this waxing this waning.
I wanted full on shine
or nothing. Wanted not to want
at all.
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