i live in a
constant state of
waiting

for the other shoe
to

drop.

actualizing
every possible way
to snatch
defeat
from the jaws of
victory.

a self fulfilling prophecy
based on
the recurrent data of
an entire life
spent in a crater
as
the bombs fall
around me.

of huddling
next to a
lightning struck tree
in the
false hopes
it never strikes twice
while
well into convulsions
based on the
concurrent blasts
from the clear
skies above.

anxiety
i name thee
hell

hell
i deem thee
home