Butts

I was a raging storm,

You were a rodent stuck in my winds.

Split into a million pieces, your blood

ran through the ruins, sand, boulders
and gravel.

I became a red hurricaine, and died, hurling everything out of my path.

You, your blood, your loose eyes, your detached lips, your death, your soul.

You are free.

Pick yourself up under my new rains. Or you too will turn

Into a destructive force of nature. A pit everyone regrets.

A storm they wish they never witnessed.

A blinding eclipse.

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