That fool of a Hurricane came along
wearing her precious
golden wig
her bitch stamp
tempestuous temptress
twirling
spinning
violence through
internal bricks and boards
I am a carpenter
a blood sculptor
The Queen
my masterpiece
in matching
patterns
nailed to the walls
my precious dynasty
garnished with
parallel features
inside and
out
muscles and brawn
My King
mixed with this
destructive
maniacal
windstorm
she rushed him
in her
giant waves
into her vast Ocean
her wet white body
then ripped and yanked
at my prized
creation
jerking
wrenching
until defeat ambushed
her
from behind
she resigned
and I was left
with my masterpiece
to clear the clutter
the debris
watching the Ocean for the
return of
my King.
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