Moths to the mess

the belly of the whale

Bile and blood

flesh and fluids

the drama, panic, anxiety, spiraling

transient, eternal

tears, recriminations

regrets, fears

make the

tornado pulling us into

belly of the whale.

out of control

out of control

into the belly of the whale.

I need bubble wrap.


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2 Responses to Mayhem

  1. GolNaran says:

    So beautiful!
    All the best, ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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