destruction

there are some days  where a deep anger bubbles to the surface and i were a volcano  all you’d see is lava  flowing down destroying everything in its path there are some days  when there is no voice of reason there is only fear directing everything squeezing everything  so that i wish something would pop…

the sister of destruction

i am the sister of destruction coming your way  with no stops charging through and unceasing i follow after  and make life from the path of death she leaves as my welcome mat i am not angry i am kind i move slowly i put things where they might be noticed i make things beautiful…