She was a force of nature.
Sarcasm, threat, and wit were her native tongues.
Though wit was so deeply hidden that no one could detect it.
The sarcasm, though more obvious, was interlaced with threat and the imminent threat of danger behind the sarcastic remarks was the only thing perceived causing the unfortunate soul she was terrorizing to save themselves by running far, far away.
She was a force of nature.
Her long blonde curls were the wind.
Icy blue eyes the rain.
And a single word spoken from her blood red lips could make lightning strike down upon you.
She was a force of nature.
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I feel like this is simply profound. How that makes sense, I do not know. But, it leaves me with an after thought of jealousy, because I want to be a force of nature. :)
ReplyDeleteSweetie, you ARE a force of nature. :P
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