By: LAUREN LANDIN
Staff Writer
Nothing prepares you for
Pain.
It hits you like a bus
In the street
While you’re trying to shield your eyes from the glare
Or the mid-day sun
While you are
Thinking ordinary thoughts
Like: “where did I leave my keys”
Having been hurt before
Doesn’t help either.
You don’t feel your heart shatter and think:
“Oh, this is familiar, I know
Exactly how this will go”
Love and loss shadow you
Silently, like spies
And collide suddenly,
Violently.
Like migraine headaches
They are always new
With the raw, sharp edges
Of knives
That glint in
Too-bright- white-hot
Light
And blind you.