And she was no fire nor gale
No ocean and no forest
No natural force,
But she was moles that could pass for constellations,
Tangles in her hair that could be wild vines, or perhaps…
Maybe hair like venomous snakes.
Body likes landscapes, jagged, curvy, sharp, soft.
Mountains, valleys, slopes, cliffs.
She was no natural force,
Though she surely looked like nature itself if one payed closed attention.
And like anything that is naturally raw,
It was only a matter of time until she unleashed her true power upon mankind.