terminally waiting

chaos churning
as everyone seems
either uptight
or talking too loudly
into phones

this terminal
feels terminal
everything
feels as if
it teeters on a crux

in the midst of
accidental fatalities
fatalistically
fanning the flames
of fearful reproach

i am petulant
in the face of fate
flicking her fickle
middle finger
in my face

after betrayal and lies
set everything backwards
to remind me
that serpents smile
before striking

grizzly bear plays softly
the frowns
furrow deeper
and i realize
i can never go home again

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