slow boats

that faithful cigarette    
burns a hole
in her side,

displaced thoughts

dance

along the corners

of her abandoned

room, as

slow boats rip

against

the high tides

of her troubled

mind



a selfless
suicide, (vacancy)
plays a tune
behind those hostile
eyes;
her thin words
etched

along the

dotted line


who is she?
(a ghost?)
a piece of familiar
a shadow of
yesterday
creeping up
from behind
to pull you
under
(the ocean's
deep)


and the slow boats
still wander
just a throw from
the shore
as the waves still

roar,

so i close

my eyes

and let the water

in
~ A. L. Stippich

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