One sucker punch, then two, then more
When you can’t see them coming
And you’re bruising to the core
Look straight ahead
Look at cabinet handles and black fridges
Because when everything hits so hard
And you want to set fire to the bridges
At least you can collapse on new floors
At least you can collapse
In a place of your own
This privilege to wait out the night
Safe and sound at home
With Love,
Natalie