Shipwreck At the Bottom of the Sea

Submerged in the depth of the abyss, motionless nor missed; the ship is submissive to a fathom's organisms. Time has lost all realism. Amid a quiet grave, its heart pulsates within the labyrinth iron hull. “Current, bring me the horizon.” It silently whispers. Slowly ascends through freezing brine, bow cutting through seawater surface, waves lap against the floral coral dressed hulls. It starts to breathe, tremendous echoing sounds, creaking, snapping, sloshing as the water draws back washing over its deck. A shadowy image upon its bow, feeling the cool caress of bliss salty tears flowing down her cheek. A slave adrift, at the mercy of the turquoise sea. 3/8/2022 rewrite