Earthquakes no longer feel foreign to my body

The backstabbings happen more and more lately

Different friends and different fantasies that she made up in her head

I thought that I trusted what she said but the lies keep getting worse

The spiralling stories of the past

Rehashed

And then rehashed again

Each a shock to my body like an earthquake rattling the shore

I thought I knew the ones I could trust

I thought she was really my friend

As each story keeps getting more unreal

Each moment told again and again in constant repeat

I can’t seem to fathom

Her words feel like they are in a box hidden in her closet ready for her to pull out

In rage

In consequence maybe

Maybe everything she does is a calculated plan that knows all details

Maybe every word she says is a lie

Where she’s from

Who she’s talking to

I can’t manage to keep up

All I want to do is leave her in the dust

Emotional women being toxic to each other

My mind rambles

Let this be over