Aftershock

I have a delayed reaction.

To heartache.

To grief.

To loss.

And then it hits me.

The anguish.

All at once.

As if the sky is falling.

Raining bullet tears down to the floor of the ocean.

And the Veneers fall off.

We are jelly.

Bouncing through the Universe.

We are only threads of hope.

We are only fragments of bone dangling

from small whispers and promises.

I have a delayed reaction.

To assholes.

To insults.

To bullies.

To people who shock me with their inconsideration.

With their hatred.

I become stunned.

And quiet.

In the disbelief.

And then it hits me.

All at once.

The volcano.

The deep dark animalistic protective rage.

Against those who only think of themselves.

Against the animal killers.

The hunters.

The Humans that excuse themselves

From stealing life.

Against the hypocrites.

Against those who are conscious,

but pretend not to be.

Or are too selfish to change.

I am concrete.

I am stone.

I am the voice for the voiceless.

This is the reflection of your worst nightmare.

I am the keeper of the animal spirits

That cry in anguish from your plate.

From your leather shoes.

From your gut.

Listen.

There is no more time.

The tears are falling

We are going to drown.