Never Saw It Coming
Like a tire iron to the back of the head
1 min readNov 7, 2017
So when we’d thought —
We’d hoped —
We’d dreamed —
Of our happy-ever-after ending
Becoming finally real,
My family tossed a match
Into our rose garden
While pissing on it with gasoline.
We stood and watched it burned
As our nightmares became
Plan B.