Brutal Assault

Sitting on the shore, she watched the waves in action. The confrontation between waves and shoreline was intense to the extent of madness. Her heart ached as she shuddered to think, “One fights for survival, the other for power”, a conflict she knew all too well. She watched the angry tormentor – it lashed the shore in all directions, hit and subsided ready to strike again with more fury and determination then the time before. Waves curled and stretched, crashing with force on mutable earth, submerging everything. In her mind they formed angry faces – expressions filled with horrifying sentiments.

Kirsty xxoo