Bomb Cyclone

Choking, churning dense river of clouds. Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace, where seraphs and cherubs are murdered, where cold torrential demons are unleashed. Dank deep noons and nights interbreed, incestuous and quailing, unholy waters wailing, exploding, spilling specters, erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was. We all know the inequality of cruelty. Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least. Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods. There are so many conversations we wish we once had, before the rains started, before the blast of tainted waters scoured our private rooms, and it was too late. No, we don’t know we’re drowning in the life we repudiate.