There’s no escaping me.

I’ve loved you forever,

stolen after a unique encounter.

She’s the one,

you board ship with,

yet, I bear your luggage.

Hope for blissful destiny shifts.

In dead of night, envy simmers.

Flowing tears of unbelievable heights.

No time for life vests,

as furious waves, rock and twist.

No time for prayer.

Among drifting debris,

I claim you. Lone survivor.

Shattered spell.

Her soul rests in watery hell.

I give you air.

I give you life.

A creation,

of you and me.

Anchored forever,

this spell is cast.

There’s no escaping me.

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, loves nature, travelling, photography and art.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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