The Calm Before the Storm
You're always hearing of
the calm before the storm.
That eerie silence that makes you squirm,
while stealthily cutting to the bone,
but what about the calm after?
Your attack is done, your mind is well.
No more thrashing, writhing, kicking,
no more screaming, crying, begging.
No more clothes-on-in-the-shower nights.
The calm after the storm,
he settles on your mind,
not like a fog or a storm or a muggy day,
but a soft, welcoming blanket.
The calm after the storm
is crystal clear, light as air,
a puzzles missing piece.
Everything finally comes together,
it all makes sudden sense.
Enjoy it while it lasts,
because the two calms,
may just be the exact same.
the calm before the storm.
That eerie silence that makes you squirm,
while stealthily cutting to the bone,
but what about the calm after?
Your attack is done, your mind is well.
No more thrashing, writhing, kicking,
no more screaming, crying, begging.
No more clothes-on-in-the-shower nights.
The calm after the storm,
he settles on your mind,
not like a fog or a storm or a muggy day,
but a soft, welcoming blanket.
The calm after the storm
is crystal clear, light as air,
a puzzles missing piece.
Everything finally comes together,
it all makes sudden sense.
Enjoy it while it lasts,
because the two calms,
may just be the exact same.
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