there's a primal shift that occurs
when something of yours is stolen
a stillness takes over you
and makes you wonder if this is death
well, yes
it is death that has taken who belongs to you
but no,
that stillness is not your breath or beat
that's your rage warring with hopelessness
that's the carpet being ripped out from under you
that's your light being extinguished
that's the hope being torn from your heart
it's worse than death
at least what was your is in peace
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