I’m a fucking Hurricane
and you’re the coast of Florida.
I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls
and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.
I hope you know how to swim,
Because if you don’t,
you’re going to be drowned and battered
into the hull of a ship
Or buried in an instant
beneath 900 tons of water.
I’m going to fill your lungs
and pull you out to me,
where in a seascape of such immensity
and glorious horrifying Augustial fear
blended with a sky of
Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,
a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,
where the last thing you will see
In every direction
as far as you can see
Pulling you into my depths,
Beneath the waves.