Friday, September 18, 2015

Shipwreck: Part 1

The figurehead of four crosses on the prow of the ship
Has smashed to pieces against the rock
And washed ashore.

Somehow, despite my best intentions,
I have survived.

My hands splintered
my lungs filled
but my eyes wide open.

I crawl onto the shore
gasp and cough
and claw the sand
to get back home.

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