Thrown into the sea, I tightly hold onto myself. But once I let go, My poison will kill the thunder itself.

What’s an opposite of girl, next to the opposite of ma’am? Swap their vowels both to ‘E’ Old, Faithful, geothermal land.

I have movies named for me, but that's just for fun. I move about your face-in this context, I'm the noun. I zig and zag, with a buzz in tow; though I lack a stinger, so sit and relax. I eat food too, though yours as it rots, along with remains, and feces for fun.

I move with the moon, always a moment away from creating destruction.

In dark of night, The wooded deep, Beware of me, For I am how I eat.