The thing about fault lines, is,
you can’t see them with the naked eye.
You walk around all casual-like, sure you up on solid ground
tossing barbs and bombs and snide jokes and then
the bottom falls out
and it’s so freaking loud like the whole world is screaming and holy god what even was that
.
.
.
.
and then you sit
blinking and disoriented
wondering what the fuck you said or did
wondering what the fuck
just happened.
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