Tempest

Like a tempest, she arrived.
Everything about her is loud, melodramatic.

Even her entry.
Not a clandestine one, sneaking through a door ajar;
but banging on the door, as if she had come to invade me, claim what was hers...

Years of efforts of building the safe house.
Years of efforts to burn all the bridges that would lead me to vulnerability.
All wasted.

I resisted, I did.
But she smiled one day, 'You don't even know you are screaming for help! Let me care for you, will you?'
It wasn't seduction.
It was invasion.

Like a tempest, she turned eveything topsy-turvy.

Now I stand here precariously on bleak rocks, waves of her passion crashing around.

I am drenched.