Waves Uncertain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A short story/poem. Not really sure what to call this, just some words I needed to write. I hope others relate to this piece in their own way, open for interpretation.

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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As I lie on this cot waves crash and settle in a pointless moment. I feel my skeleton dismantle and my heart displaced, clutching your letter that, somehow, I couldn't make sense of yet my heart could. Drifting away or closer, falling asleep or waking in a cold sweat, uncertain. A dreadful ghost wallowing on the rotted wood below me, my eyes set forward and my ears forced to listen to the longing shriek. The longer I listen, the more I give in, the easier it is to realize that this spirit is closer to life than death. Uncertain that the same can be said about me. A flickering, weary flame struggles to illuminate this bunk, the words that still drip ink onto my wrist. Swallowed by a rogue, the cabin takes on water. I float miles into sea before I come to terms with this unending dream, no cold sweat will rip me from this enveloping water. I pray to whoever is listening that I be saved. A passing vessel, complaining of a lack of water, attempts to rescue me. They reach their slick hands out and while I decide whether or not to board yet another disaster, the passengers see my reluctance and come to an agreement that it's best I find my own way out. New creatures from below take bits from my legs, the limp letter sticks to the back of my hand yet the words have faded, leaving only a memory that too in time will fade. I rest my eyes until I'm jolted awake by a wave crashing against my face. The call of a seagull points out land. Through blurry vision and consistent motion I see the shore along with the passengers of that passing vessel. They sip their drinks and socialize as they watch me struggle against the hardening water. “Come! Drink with us!” They shout. “Not much longer, now!” Gurgling water, I sense the presence of something larger, unignorable. Drawn by the blood that no longer flows in my legs. Serrated teeth tear into my torso and I'm dragged down under murky tides. Silk lips kiss my forehead, the covers of my blanket slide down over my face. A calm sea gently wakes me. Light wimpers emerge from under me. I sit up in my cot and find myself alone, clutching your letter.


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