Earthquake
The room starts shaking
My psychiatrist stops
mid-sentence
Everyone tenses
Except me
Nikki my nurse grabs my arm
“Are you ok?”
The ground keeps rolling.
The light sways
The coffee table wobbles
Despite it’s sturdy looking legs
I look up at the ceiling
Feeling the first flicker of peace
I’ve felt all day;
If only it would collapse
Burying us all.
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