She was the reckoning
In God’s eye  
  
And she came before his moment  
Not unlike
The clamshell breathe  
That exhaled enough  
Of gritty debris  
And salty waste  
To stir warm waters to rise  
  
A momentum growing  
From one minuscule  
Molluskular  
Involuntary reaction  
To his “pain in her mask”  
Pure no count dumb fuckery  
  
A momentum that would rise  
And fall  
To onslaught  
Tidal wave effects  
  
And land  
(An understatement at the very least)  
Onto his his psyche  
(She sees dumb **** beach)  
And leave in tatters  
  
Browned and dimmed  
Once fresh pressed  
Buttoned downed to tanned flattened  
navel  
Supremely white cotton shirt  
And smirking logo stitched on it  
  
And she would grin  
Clamshell wide  
At how his smile once matched the smirk  
Of the perfectly put and odd little logo  
That sat  
(almost mocking her)  
Upon his white shirt  
  
But now due to  
The much needed exhale  
(Involuntary Molluskular removal of little more that bits of would be ****)  
  
Had left him only the expression  
Of purely God Smacked