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we're sinking
and I'm cold so cold icebergs loom through dark lethal as fins of sharks fins or frost flowers or firework flares flare and flash across the night ice-knives stab my stinging skin the din fades out then fades back in echoing ghost porcelain white ocean crockery silently smashes blue billows and thrashes to black I'm
drifting and dreaming a high gilded ceiling tilting icicle chandeliers shattering shoes floating lungs airless and filling I'm drifting pull me back from cold to warmth defrost the dark with a word or touch lost to me forever now lost and they will never find me indigo lights of night fragment faces reflections unspool to endless black the clock the watch forever stopped at 2.15 cold clasping hands panicked cries goodbyes messages torn from pocket calendars desperate flutters of paper or flags flares or fireworks or freezing flowers of light ignite this final night the sea I see wavy white star lines emerge and merge faces of other passengers staring stars survivors eyes averting I'm colder now but the night the light is warm and golding now
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Charlotte Puddifoot
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