She stood with her hands
Clasped behind her back
Glasses hanging from a beaded string,
Rhinestones catching the light
When she turned
A general in charge of a dumpster fire
“Throw sand on it”
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Panic, uncertainty, fear, doubt
All the emotions from everyone all at once
Hands at her side, shoulders back, eye contact intense
Calm energy flows out
“Throw sand on it”
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Weak mews, soft scratches, fast moving shapes
Catching the corner of her eye
Barry Manilow’s Mandy, an ear worm,
With some meaning
She breathes, builds the energy to decrypt
An empath guiding in the dark
“Throw sand on it”
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The words mean nothing
The tone means everything.
Dismiss the emotion
Smother the heat
Act.
She’s singular and an overwhelming force of a million billion.
