A Slave Adrift At the Mercy of the Sea

Submerged in the depth of the abyss Motionless nor missed Submissive to fathom's organisms Time had lost all realism Amidst quiet grave her heart pulsates Within the labyrinth iron hull “Current, bring me the horizon” The ship starts to breathe Tremendous echoing sounds, Creaking, Snapping, Sloshing As the water draws back Washing over the deck Slowly ascends through freezing brine Bow cutting through seawater surface Waves lapping against the dressed floral coral hulls A slave adrift at the mercy of the sea Shadowy image upon its deck Feeling the cool caress of bliss Salty tears flowing down her cheek 10/31/2016