Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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Watery Graves

You’ve realized

I’m a sinking ship

and I can feel you bailing

All the treasures

I once held

were plundered

by men

by time

long before I met you

My hull is empty

devoid

of what it takes

to sustain oneself on stormy seas

Water rushes in through the breach

so I take one last breath of you

as you row away

in the only lifeboat

I am left

to fend for myself

again

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5 thoughts on “Watery Graves

  1. At moments like that, I try to be a mermaid. Salt water is my friend. Lovely poem that speaks to inevitable sadness.

  2. Jerry Bradford on said:

    You are not empty
    And i see many diadems
    Faceted amongst your words
    Showcasing your shine
    Don’t give up
    Let your past mistakes
    Cultivate the soil
    Of your tomorrows

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