To see yourself as a ship
sinking in some mid Atlantis
hearing my lungs wheeze like the
twisting whining out of tune steel
ribs breaking under stress
A picture of a watered down hell
pouring in the outer skin cracking
the cold water dancing bubbles
around a red hot boiler electric
One last scream of cold-ed steel agony
and the metal of body slips silent out of sight
A junk pile your soul only escaping a death
raft in spirit
floating on memories that once
held you up but now washes
you out changed faded
chained to fate like an anchor seeks
bottom.
There's no island to swim to
no thing to cling on to
the same stars sailors see
but now I can touch them
uneasily painless
