Tsunami Connie DeDona
And the waves come. The wave comes The wave pulls up its skirt puckers its lips drawing them in leveling their dare insatiable. And the waves come. The wave comes. The wave bitch slaps blackened hearts pleading and panting for a kinder gentler tap. Tempting fools and bullies. As it cracks facades, splits foundations sucking out their essence, until their base, isolated harbors scream no more. And the waves come. The wave comes. The wave roars, devastating coastlines rupturing and tossing mettle at will. Striking and fierce winking at the blue moon as it tallies their cheek on its terrible shores.
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