you pride yourself in your coldness,
your ability to just go with the flow,
the moat and walls around your emotions
fully impenetrable by any blow.

but it takes only a series of words
to show that crack in your armor,
it takes a few sentences to strike you
and bring you down on your knees.

one minute you were walking on even ground,
and the next thing you know you are falling…

…no, falling is such a tame word…

you are dropping, no, you are plummeting,
plummeting into this seemingly endless abyss,
seemingly endless and yet entirely possible
to end anytime soon, a time where you fall flat
on your face, a time fully unexpected.

unexpected? but you were waiting for this,
you just didn’t know when it will be,
and you shudder thinking this still might not be it,
oh, holy horrors, this still might not be it.