Rise

Rise. From the heat. Rise. From the dark water.

Not the hand of any god. Holds the fire in my blood. From the dark

water I rise. I'm the storm they never could. Lost and hollow in the darkness

of these days. Your heartbeat frozen in the South Florida haze. Salt wind burning

as the mangroves start to sway. A shadow crawling through your blood like tidal clay.

You try to run from ghosts tattooed upon your skin. The dreams you

drown that drag you back again. Fire rain falling through the Caribbean

night. You beg for meaning but the storm won't give you light.