Acquiescence
After day 28
she stopped counting the days
since she stepped
aboard
“Home
is where
the heart is,”
she whispers to her shadow.
Inventory
She wakes,
angrily.
Again on her raft
compass has gone missing
lost to the sea.
Oar, canteen, bag and
ocean remaining,
Again.
Of hands,
there are 2
of lips, 2,
of bodies, 1,
of thoughts
hers;
Alone.
“Beasts”
The daemons
remain,
hate is their
amusement.
And they descend
upon
the tired,
bored,
lost,
lonely
Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
from transforming
into these same
beasts.
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