Hurricane
unable to evacuate
the woes that bind me to
the namesake storm that is ravaging
the city i built for myself
the land has flooded and
the ocean steals my only grounding
ghosts i left to the sea long ago
grip my ankles and scream
in my ears begging for salvation
i swallow cold water defiled by
salt and despondency
the low tide rubs my back when
she drifts away to her home but
water always pools beneath my feet
again and i am stranded on an island
where my hands both
carry the guilt and inflict the damage
