Whitney  Spivey

Natural Disaster

She is the hurricane in my life.

Whipping through each day, each moment with a cold harshness.

She does not apologize, does not care

Spitting venom, hot venom

She is the broken record player

Holding that old rusty record

Stuck in motion, playing her life in stop, go

Please, don’t buy in to my simple words

Go find her, she isn’t far, this I am sure

Her works, her doings.

Take away what took forever took to find.