User:Creed56789

The desolation trailing behind a natural hazard. A reshaping of the world's face. The destruction of population, the demolition of economy.

The gale of her voice, the heatwave of her gaze. Touch like a wildfire in a winter storm. She's a tsunami, sweeping over my vulnerabilities, an avalanche grinding me down a mountainside. When spring comes I'll blend with the meltwater and she'll make me a flood.