My carcass
lies on a barren floor,
hands which
caressed my walls abandoned ship.
Rust grows
on my surface,
every
porthole filled with barnacles.
I held such
promise, you flocked like seagulls.
Struck down
in my prime, torn open, bleeding.
Ice cold
fingers pried open my skin, filling me
with loss. Pulling
me under.
My beds lie
empty, my doors off their hinges.
Currents
flow through me, but I lay unmoving,
untouched.
Recklessness
saw me claimed by the abyss.
My carcass
lies on a barren floor.
