Day: Jan 21, 2023

I dream about boats crossing stormy oceans

Filled with lust driven poets seeking their deaths.

I reach for the salty breezes like a child,

And there is no one to stop these future regrets.

Waves crush over heads and crush our bones.

I worry that this story will end in a scene.

Barrells float in the air like spellbound birds

As the sky vomits colors, purple and green.

-Jackie