the deluge

she is the
deluge,
one you never
see coming.

not until it’s
too late,
that is.

watch out for her.
she will wreck a
mansion
with a
thought,
lay waste to a city
in a heartbeat.

and she won’t
think twice before
she does.

she sweeps through
the world.
it is no more than
a playground to her.

she dances in the
street, careless and
wild and
unchallenged.
(none will challenge
her)

watch her hair
tangle in the
air, a Gordian
knot of nature’s making.

watch her twirl,
wildness in her
blood
unrepentant and
casually destructive.

she is a
hypnotist
and you
cannot
look away.