She swirled, whirling mass,
upon the coast to crash,
The levee broke and washed
Our world. Each piece passed
By, fast and amassed
In corners like trash.
“Are you done at last?”
She chuckled and thrashed.
© CGT, 2017.
She swirled, whirling mass,
upon the coast to crash,
The levee broke and washed
Our world. Each piece passed
By, fast and amassed
In corners like trash.
“Are you done at last?”
She chuckled and thrashed.
© CGT, 2017.