her ship
is sinking. the hands have
gone
overboard.
the end is near.
drowning in
her own decisions.
she pretends to pray
some more.
the wood has rotted
the sails are torn.
age
has stolen her beauty,
the world
knows who she is,
and therein lies
the rage.
to the bottom of the bottom
she goes.
and from the shore
I stand,
I wave.
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