After

After the fall.

Once we turn to ashes and

Our ashes turn to dust.

The swirl of emotions,

A tornado of hatred and rage,

Swirling around in my

Thoughtless mind.

After the storm,

The strange bleak calm of

Numbness.

Surrounded by damage,

As we figure out how to rebuild ourselves

-Again.

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