The intense humming...

She is not vindictive. Not at all. But she realised she needs to grow a pair. Get some balls. Balls of steel. Unleash a torrential stream of expletives and blasphemes relentless. Unleash razor sharp scarification on virgin flesh relentless. Take this carefully nurtured seed and tend to it tenderly. And tenderly and tenderly and carnage. Complete and with compulsive disregard.

No, she is not vindictive. But even she can see the need. She can feel the urgent need clawing at her skin. She will exact her rebel vengence. She grows, she grows alive and strong. She feels it. Feels it coursing through reinforced veins. Coursing, pumping, pounding evenly eventfully to her heart. Her ruby red swollen renewed heart. She transforms. Reborn. She is Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. All in one. And of course Shiva is the strongest within her. The destroyer. The destructor. Of course.