Status: drabble, completed.

Catastrophe

one of one

I would say I'm a mess, but you can clean up messes. I am more like a natural disaster; I always wondered why hurricanes were named after people, but now I know that someone can come into your life like a whirlwind then up and leave just as quickly as they came leaving a path of mass destruction behind them. You can pick up messes, throw away the ruined and sweep the dust out of your head but you can't pick me up and dust me off. I will ruin you if you come into contact with me. I'm standing in the middle of the hurricane with bits and parts of everyone's lives torn apart in one hand and engine fuel in the other. I'm not a mess, I'm not a natural disaster, I am a catastrophe.
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first time liking something I've written in a while. thoughts?