Hellfire & Hurricane

 


She was hellfire and a little bit hurricane,
burning bridges she once crossed
for the same people who abandoned her
and fed her empty promises.

Raging winds and tidal waves
caused destruction in her wake,
putting out the fires of anger and betrayal.

Her eyes showed facade,
and only those who could withstand 
the storm would be allowed
to survive.

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