Tuesday, April 28


And all of a sudden, you hit me a tornado.
A sudden blitz of pain, thoughts and desire.
Too huge for me to handle it,
Too crushing, too vast.
Creased to ashes and dragged me to hell.
I couldn’t imagine how disastrous you could be.
Swallowed me into the whirl, spinning too fast and unable to hold on.
You dragged me like anything, like zilch.
I never searched for you, never knew you.

You are an unknown guest to me, an interloper.

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