Water

He was a torrent,

a deluge,

a downpour,

a wall of water,

a waterfall,

unstoppable,

untamable.

He swept her away,

pulled her under.

He was a force

that left her breathless.

He tossed her aside,

a shipwrecked distress.

She clung to the driftwood

of mourning.

published in Alien Buddha Zine #57, included in Nolcha’s latest book, “My Pelvis Wants to Be Elvis,” and republished in Contemplate