Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
Prying back her man’s rough outer layer
Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human
Except she didn’t want to believe that
Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head
Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches
Until they broke something. This time it was the toilet
Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice
Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second
Everything was covered!
Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.
Focusing on what he had lost stole all his spare time and consumed his happiness.
It left him starved for the nourishment that was “The Before”.
Now that she had come into his life, all that was scrambled.
Didn’t get back any spare time, but he was stuffed with happiness
So much angst when he stepped onto the platform
Cold sweat dripped down his back as the numbers cycled
All of his hard work undone by pizza and wings on his birthday
Leaving him waiting for the bad news
Except when he compared the number to that of an NFL lineman, well then he was okay
Realizing there are times when you are broken inside
Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces
Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible
Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you
As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps
Covered with tape and superglue. Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul
Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019
All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it
Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in
Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees
Reality hit her during the pandemic. Electrons were even worse than …
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