she was taken for granted
her pliable nature
ravaged
resources pillaged
plundered
in blasphemous homage
to instant gratification
her gagged silence
misconstrued
as obsequious acquiescence
her mantle crumpled
under devastating onslaught
accommodating and resilient
she bends
except for the intermittent
breakages
where she unleashes
her pent up fury
vents the wrath
fomented over eons
boiled over
blinded by scalding steam
she wreaks havoc
uncontrolled
passions roiling
there is no
malevolence
devastation wrought
in the inevitable
lashing out
I’d hate to be the target of that fury – or the cause of it.
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We are all the cause. Unfortunately Houston is in it’s eye
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Ah, that… I thought it was a metaphor, a different one…
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It’s multiply metaphored😉
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meta metaphored?
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Yes. And multiply metaphoric
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Mental phoric
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Meteorologically meteoric
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Meatier meteor
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Meataphor?
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Haha 😊
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