A Florida hurricane capsized Virginia’s Navy one sailor at a time.

She was an aposematic mermaid, but I was looking for poison beneath the Atlantic moon. She took me by the hand and we interlaced a dream with a nightmare. We disappeared from view, singing the bleeding soul blues. Pushing through her darkness where I slept. Pushing through my darkness where she wept. There was no coming up for air. There was no coming up for air. There was no coming up for air. She pulled, I pulled. She drowned, I drowned. As we wore the heavy, iniquitous crown.