Dream on an Isolated Vessel 1

The water beneath me was a retched

Cold

Obsidian slate.

I could hear the waves,

They crunched parts of the vessel.

This was the end

And I let a tear go —

The tear was lost in the water 

of unending dimness.

It really seemed 

too dark.

A fragment of metal emerges.

I’ve lost my mind now.

I go to my safe spot.

I jump in the water.

Everything that touched me

Turned into fragments of lost somethings.

But they hurt.

I gladly floated on my back — 

pins and needles constantly stabbing me.

I then knew

what it was.

We were to be devoured

by all of these pieces thrown away — 

tucked inside of our bodies until they’re too big

And you explode.

I know what it is now.

And so do you.