she settled on me
when she decided
that the car wreck
that was her life
could use another tragedy
to spice things up
she settled on me
like the tons of snow
from an avalanche
launched down
the side of the mountain
after an errant sneeze
she settled on
the repetition
of anger and lust
over happily ever
after never happy
after the aftershocks
the rolling waves
of nausea
the bitter taste
of today
the rancid scent
of tomorrow
she settled
like a collapsed mine
covering the skeletons
of those that came before
the terminally ill
the mentally scarred
she settled
without realizing
she was settling
as if this
unnatural creation
was a product
of normality
instead of another
jagged beast
caged in shame
indignant
and born of spite
I read this trice and it made me think
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That’s what poetry should do. I think. I don’t know. I just write whatever pops into my head and hope someone enjoys it.
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It works
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