Storm in a teacup

She’d sucked it up bucked up buttoned up bottled it up lightened up shut up snapped herself out of it kept her pecker up head down hair on kept schtum counted blessings silver linings worse things happening at sea knew it might never happen and even if it did it wouldn’t be the end of the world. When it happened no one cried over spilt milk. It’s what she would have wanted.