Poetry

Below Decks Oak and blood, salty sea, like soup, and me. Sweat and chains. Pain, wrought. Lost, caught. Sold. A token. A commodity, like soup. Oak and blood. We are X. Brand X. Rejects. Wrecks, below decks. Touch crusted walls. Oak, and rain, and sea beyond, cold, untamed. Old God, awoken. I taste the sea, dive and swim. See the chains broken.