This story begins with a storm.

The nightmare.
Of one I can't seem to form the words
to speak
the horror


Your first vision
is of A priest , by the water
the nets cold grey eyes
And then.
The eye of the storm.
I can feel
it
coming.

It is
in the
wind. It is
in us. You.
And I. We are.
Were. Am.

Was.
Loved.
To be in Love.
We were in love.
Beautiful
love. It fades now
through tears that begin to
lash the sides of the buildings like submachine
gunfire out on a lazy tiled afternoon In my memory
I am walking towards your home In my memory I worship the ground
simply because the ground bore you
You know me. I'm the one who wrote. The. Letter.

The Very. Specific. Valentine.

This storm comes to kill
this storm comes to destroy

and you and I alone Are Riders
You
Lithe Alive Me Wise Strong
And ride as only
a strong
ketch
triple reef

The Storm Siren Dread Camille Teresa Nylce-Prada
The Storm Siren Nylce
The S.S. Nylce

lightning bolt
against oblivion
tending toward
the blue
bringing you to your knee

when there's a fair wind
blowin' warm out of the south upon my shoulder


the tolling of the bell
the sheer beauty of
the siren's spell.

the most beautiful thing in your dreams
each step, everywhere you to

The earth and sky, and storm
each step you made upon the world

I'll heal you.
You've healed me.
Storm sent beauty.



I name you.


Nylce

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