And when the hammer falls

We get caught under.
Not completely squished,
But not completely avoided either,
Leaving something like a pinky toe behind to get crushed under the weight of this unstoppable force.

And this pains us.
Because we aren't immune to hurt,
We are squishy,
With warm insides,
And cold outsides,
To protect us from broken hearts;
And if we can distance us from getting close to others,
Maybe we can avoid the broken bones as well,
But then we find ourselves alone.

And I miss the company of others.