Post-election blues

Post-election blues

After the dark night

dreams of standing on a precipice
the wind blowing the wrong way
and a spider with a familiar face
charging towards me

I wake to find it still dark

although I’m tempted to bunker down
beneath the covers and hide
brace for the shitstorm to come
there is only one thing left to do

breathe, hold on, and fight

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