like a snake
slithering your neck,
you know she's here.
you smell
dead flowers,
dead friendships,
dead smiles,
you find yourself dancing
to the beat of desperation
and inevitable isolation.
she wakes you up
in the middle of the night
to an imaginary punch in your gut
before she unleashes the lion
to chase you
and to never catch you.
she does not let you forget
she is not going anywhere
except she does
like waves in a heavy storm,
she comes and goes
so you hold onto
every moment she's not here,
no matter how short,
because you know,
she
will
always
come
back
home
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