The sound of a palm

Colliding with cool tile

Is sharp

Sharp enough to create

Sparks who build heat

As the palm pulls away

The suction spins

Atoms and dust on their

Axes like the aftershock

Of the Big Bang spinning

Molecules and stardust

As the stardust swirls

Of creation the solar system

Collapses falling to her knees

In agony her palm smacking

The cool unending darkness

Solar flares rip through her

Vocal chords shredding and 

Tearing her in two

Gently building her first

Act of creation