Sunken

My rusted companion,

I have the same worn.

We aren’t the same ship

But’ve been weathered

By the same storm.

A crashing of violence and

Dark stormy seas,

Our peaceful fate puts me at ease.

It’s over now, at least for we.

My weldings, they slip,

Oh, my bolts are so weary.

Points of weakness

Expose themselves clearly.

In through our wounds

Come the oceans, they pour.

I think we look

beautiful as

we sink to

the depths

of the

ocean floor.

Sailing

vertically

and virtually in

sync.

Until we

rest on

shaded sea bed, forever more in the drink.

2026